East wind, when to Yazd thou wingest, say thou to its sons from me: "May the head of every ingrate ball-like 'neath your mall-bat be!" "What though from your dais distant, near it by my wish I seem; Homage to your Ring I render, and I make your praise my theme.

By Jem and his Sákí are to be understood, in this couplet, the King of Yazd and his courtiers.]