“Ho thou! Hear, O Mihrjan, what to thee
shall be said * Learn the
drift of my words in
these lines convey’d:
Thy daughter, Al-Hayfa (the girded round * With good,
and with
highest of grade array’d)
Shall bring with right hand to thee ruin-bowl * And
reave thee of
realm with the sharp-biting
blade."[FN#182]
Now when Al-Mihrjan had heard what the Voice had spoken of verse and had produced for him of prose, he was wholly aroused from his sleep and became like one drunken with wine who knew not what he did and his vitals fluttered and increased his cark and care and anxious thought. So he removed from that site into another stead and was stirred up and went awandering about. Then he set his head upon the pillow but was unable to close his eyelids and the Voice drew nearer and cried upon him in frightful accents and said, “O Mihrjan, dost thou not hearken to my words and understand my verse; to wit, that thy daughter Al-Hayfa shall bequeath to thee shame and thou shalt perish by cause of her?” Then the Unseen One recited these couplets,[FN#183]
“I see thee, O Mihrjan, careless-vain * who
from hearing the
words of the wise dost
abstain:
I see Al-Hayfa, by potent lord * Upraised in her charms
and
speech sweet of strain,
Who shall home thee in grave sans a doubt and she
* Shall seize
thy king-ship and reave
thy reign.”