Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ROMANCERO: BOOK 1. HISTORIES: THE POET FERDUSI, by HEINRICH HEINE Poet's Biography First Line: Men of gold, and men of silver Last Line: That the dead ferdusi bore to his tomb. Subject(s): Courts & Courtiers; Death; Heroism; Poetry & Poets; Royal Court Life; Royalty; Kings; Queens; Dead, The; Heroes; Heroines | ||||||||
1. MEN of gold, and men of silver When a fool about a thoman Talks, of silver he is speaking, And he means a silver thoman. In a prince's mouth, however, Or a shah's, a thoman's always Golden, for a shah will only Given and take in golden thomans. Worthy people have this notion, And Ferdusi thought so also, The composer of the famous And immortal work Schah Nameh. This divine heroic poem At the Shah's command composed he, Who for every verse a thoman Promised to bestow upon him. Seventeen times bloom'd the roses, Seventeen times did they wither, And the nightingales sang sweetly And were silent seventeen times, -- And meanwhile the bard was sitting At the loom of thought, composing Day and night, and nimbly weaving His sweet numbers' giant-carpet, -- Giant-carpet, where the poet Interwove with skill his country's Chronicles from times of fable, Farsistan's primeval monarchs, Fav'rite heroes of his nation, Knightly deeds, adventures wondrous, Magic beings, hateful demons, Intertwined with flowers of fable. All were blooming, all were living, Bright with colours, glowing, burning, With the heavenly rays illumin'd From the sacred light of Iran, From the godlike light primeval, Whose last pure and fiery temple, Spite of Koran and of Mufti, In the poet's heart flam'd brightly. When at last the work was finish'd, Then the manuscript the poet Sent to his illustrious patron, E'en two hundred thousand verses. It was in the public bath room, In the bathing place at Gasna, That the Shah's black messengers Found at last the bard Ferdusi. Each a bag of money carried, Which before the poet's feet he Kneeling placed, to be the guerdon To reward his minstrel labours. Hastily the poet open'd Both the bags, his eyes to gladden With the gold so long kept from him, -- When he saw with consternation That the bags contain'd within them Silver only, silver thomans, Some two hundred thousand of them; -- Bitterly then laugh'd the poet. Laughing bitterly, the money He divided in three equal Portions, and a third part gave he To the two black messengers, Each a third, to be his guerdon For the message, and the third part Gave he to the man who waited On his bath, as drinking-money. Then his pilgrim staff he straightway Grasp'd, and left at once the city, And before the gate the dust he From his very shoes rejected. 2. "HAD he been, like other men, "Heedless of his words once spoken, "And his promise merely broken, "I had not been angry then. "Suffer this? I never will! "His deceit my heart amazes, "Both his double-meaning phrases, "And his silence, falser still. "He was noble, fair to see, "Proud his gestures were, and stately; "Other men excell'd he greatly, "Every inch a king was he. "Firelike did his glance once meet me, "As the sun in yonder heaven "He, truth's haughty image even -- "And he yet hath deign'd to cheat me." 3. SHAH Mahomet full well has dined, And his soul to be merry is fully inclined. In the garden at twilight, on purple seat He sits by the fountain. Its splashing sounds sweet With looks respectful his servants stand: His fav'rite Ansari's amongst the band. From marble vases a fiery gush Of luxuriant flowers appears to rush. Like Odalisques with graceful arms Stand fanning themselves the slender palms. The cypresses stand with branches unfurl'd, As if dreaming of heaven, forgetting the world. But sudden to strains of the lute ere long Is heard a gentle mysterious song. The Shah sprang up, as if sorely perplex'd: "Who wrote of this song the charming text?" Ansari, from whom he sought to know it, Replied: "'Tis the work of Ferdusi the poet." "Ferdusi! -- exclaim'd the prince in dismay, -- "Where is he? How fares the poet, O say!" "Ansari gave answer: "In poverty great "He has lived full long in a mournful state "At Thus, the native town of the bard, "Where he in his garden works full hard." Shah Mahomet paused, and presently said: "Ansari, a thought has come in my head. "To my stables make haste, and with hands unthrifty "Take a hundred mules, and camels fifty. "And lade them all with every treasure "That fills the heart of a mortal with pleasure, "With splendid articles, rich and rare, "With costly dresses and furniture fair "Of sandal wood and ivory white, "With gold and silver tissues dight; "With precious-handled goblets and pots, "And leopard-skins, all cover'd with spots, "With carpets and shawls and the richest brocade "That in my kingdom has ever been made. "And don't forget to pack with the rest "Some glittering arms, and of housings the best, "As well as drinks of every kind "And eatables such as in pots we find, "And almond cakes and sweetmeats Egyptian, "And gingerbread of every description. "And also add a dozen steeds "As swift as arrows, of Arab breeds, "And likewise a dozen slaves, black as coals, "With bodies of steel, and sturdy souls. "Ansari, when all these things thou hast got, "Thou must start on thy journey, and linger not, "Thou must take them all with my kind regard "To Thus, to Ferdusi, the mighty bard." -- Ansari fulfill'd his lord's behest, And loaded the camels and mules with the best And costliest presents, the value of which Was enough to make a whole province quite rich. In propria persona he left at last The palace, when some three days had past, And with a general's banner red In front of the caravan he sped. At the end of a week to Thus came they; The town at the foot of the mountain lay. The caravan the western gate With shouts and noises entered straight. The trumpets sounded, the loud drums beat, And songs of triumph rang through the street. "La Illa Il Allah!" with joyous shout The camel drivers were calling out. 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