56 Al-Nābighah al-Ẓubyānī: Good morning, O, King! Al-Nuʿmān ibn al-Munẓir: The same to you. Al-Nābighah al-Ẓubyānī starts to recite his poem in praise of the king: Thy virtues, Sire, that guide thee to thy fame, Exalted high in courage, generous claim. In truth renowned, thy deeds like heralds cry, As news most true beneath the vast sky. With nobleness, thou art a crown’d king, Above thy brow, such majesty doth sing. In war’s fierce dance, a lion ‘neath moon’s gaze, Thy valor shines through night’s enshrouding haze. When shadows fall, adversity to spread, Thy sword doth cleave its veil, its darkness shed.
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