that “There is not a poplar which has reached its Lord.”  But on the other hand, “There are some virtues which dig their own graves,"[14] and with regard to excessive polishing of swords (quatrain 60) we have the story of the poet Abu Tammam, related by Ibn Khallikan.  He tells us how the poet once recited verses in the presence of some people, and how one of them was a philosopher who said, “This man will not live long, for I have seen in him a sharpness of wit and penetration and intelligence.  From this I know that the mind will consume the body, even as a sword of Indian steel eats through its scabbard.”  Still, in Arabia, where swords were so generally used that a priest would strap one to his belt before he went into the pulpit, there was no unanimous opinion as to the polishing,—­which, by the way, was done with wood.  A poet boasted that his sword was often or was rarely polished, according as he wished to emphasise the large amount of work accomplished or the excellence of the polishing.  Imru’al-Kais says that his sword does not recall the day when it was polished.  Another poet says his sword is polished every day and “with a fresh tooth bites off the people’s heads."[15] This vigour of expression was not only used for concrete subjects.  There exists a poem, dating from a little time before Mahomet, which says that cares (quatrain 62) are like the camels, roaming in the daytime on the distant pastures and at night returning to the camp.  They would collect as warriors round the flag.  It was the custom for each family to have a flag (quatrain 65), a cloth fastened to a lance, round which it gathered.  Mahomet’s big standard was called the Eagle,—­and, by the bye, his seven swords had names, such as “possessor of the spine.”

With quatrain 68 we may compare the verses of a Christian poet, quoted by Tabari: 

 And where is now the lord of Hadr, he that built it and laid
     taxes on the land of Tigris? 
 A house of marble he established, whereof the covering was
     made of plaster; in the galbes were nests of birds. 
 He feared no sorry fate.  See, the dominion of him has departed. 
     Loneliness is on his threshold.

“Consider how you treat the poor,” said Dshafer ben Mahomet, who pilgrimaged from Mecca to Baghdad between fifty and sixty times; “they are the treasures of this world, the keys of the other.”  Take care lest it befall you as the prince (quatrain 69) within whose palace now the wind is reigning.  “If a prince would be successful,” says Machiavelli, “it is requisite that he should have a spirit capable of turns and variations, in accordance with the variations of the wind.”  Says an Arab mystic, “The sighing of a poor man for that which he can never reach has more of value than the praying of a rich man through a thousand years.”  And in connection with this quatrain we may quote Blunt’s rendering of Zohair: 

I have learned that he who giveth nothing, deaf to his
friends’ begging,
loosed shall be to the world’s tooth-strokes:  fools’
feet shall tread on him.