Avt'handil’s Letter to P’hridon
1316
HE wrote: "Exalted P'hridon, supremely blest, king of
kings, lion-like in stout-heartcdness, O sun, recklessly
shedding rays, mighty, joyous, spiller of the blood of
foes—thy youngest brother from far, far away barks thee a
greeting.
1317
"I HAVE seen troubles, and I have, too, received recompense
for what pains I have suffered. Well hath fallen out the
matter planned by me: I have truly learned the story of that
face likened to a sun, the sustainer of that lion who was
buried under the earth.
1318
"THE sovereign of the Kadjis has that sun; she is captive
in Kadjet'hi. To go thither seems to me sport, though the
road is one of battle. From the narcissi a rain of crystal
falls; the rose is wet with rain. The Kadjis are not yet with
the maid, but countless is their host.
1319
"GLAD in heart I rejoice, for this my tear will not flow
in channels. Wherever thou and thy brother are the
difficult will be made easy; whatever you may desire you
will certainly do it, you shall not fail; not only no man can
stand againsL you, I Lrow that even a rock will soften
before you.
1320
"NOW pardon me, I cannot see thee, so I have passed afar
off; I have no leisure to linger on the road, for that moon is
captive. Soon shall we come merry; rejoice at the sight of
us! What more than this can I say to thee: help thy brother
in brotherly fashion.
1321
"THE attachment of these slaves is beyond reward;
pleasantly have they served me, and your heart, too, will
be pleased at this. Why should he be praised who hath
sojourned long with you? Every like gives birth to like;
this is a saying of the sages."
1322
HE wrote this letter, he tied it up and rolled it; rose
and violel he gave it to P'hridon's slaves; he communicate
he should do; the open door of coral showed its pearls to
them.
1323
AVT’HANDIL searched; he found a ship of that region
where Tariel was. That sun with the face of a full moon
prepared to set out; but to leave the woeful-hearted
P'hatman was a heaviness to him; those who parted from
him shed a rivulet of blood.
1324
P'HATMAN, Usen and the slaves weep with hot tears.
They said: "O sun, what hast thou done to us ? Thou
didst burn us with hot fires, why darkenest thou us with
the gloom of' thine absence ? Bury us with the hands that
must bury us by thy departure."