Suzerainty over Zavolestan, as Far as the Sea of Sind

The moon is very likely to continue

To do what it does, insentient rock,

No matter what you choose to do.

When it wanes, think of the Shanameh.

And there it is, daybreak. That hour before

Dawn, a glow in the East, moon still on

The lawn. Every boundary is your own,

Or ours as you invented us, like lids

To keep the dancing daylight in. Stay in.