Some one found fault with the king of Ghazni, saying: “Ayāz, his favourite slave, possesses no beauty. It is strange that a nightingale should love a rose that has neither colour nor perfume.”
This was told to Mahmūd, who said: “My love, O sir, is for his virtues, not for his form and stature.”
I have heard that in a narrow pass a camel fell and a chest of pearls was broken. The king gave the signal for plunder, and urged on his horse with speed. The horsemen did likewise, and, leaving the king behind, gathered up the pearls. Not one of them remained near the king but Ayāz.
“O thou of curly locks!” said Mahmūd, “what hast thou gained of the plunder?”
“Nothing,” he replied. “I walked in haste behind thee: I do not occupy myself with riches away from thy service.”
If an honourable place in the court be thine, be not neglectful of the king on account of gain elsewhere.