"How first their strife to rancour grew,

If Love or Envy made them foes,

It matters little if I knew;

In fiery spirits, slights, though few

And thoughtless, will disturb repose.

In war Abdallah's arm was strong, 700

Remembered yet in Bosniac song,[165]

And Paswan's[166] rebel hordes attest

How little love they bore such guest:

His death is all I need relate,

The stern effect of Giaffir's hate;

And how my birth disclosed to me,[gk]

Whate'er beside it makes, hath made me free.