سندبادنامه 250
English (machine translation) 250
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250.1
Do you not see the breaths of the breeze weak and ailing, / and the eyelids of the clouds weeping,
Clothing the sides and folds of the hills / in delightful embroidered gowns and striped mantles?
You would think their rivulets were ingots of molten silver / and sharpened swords drawn bare,
And you would take the song of the nightingale for lutes / resounding, and the warble of the songbird for instruments,
And when the gazelles graze upon anemones, you would deem them / pitchers pouring out all-encompassing wine.
250.6
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250.7
10. Story of the Prince, the Vizier, and the Ghouls
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- سندبادنامه — Ẓahīrī Samarqandī, Persian