The good Iraj - Mouchoir de poche

Story:
The good Iraj
Gazed on that loving Shah, his glorius sirs,
and said:" My lord! consider how time passeth
like wind above us. Why should wise men fret?
It withereth the cheek of ceris-bloom,
It darkeneth the radiant spirit's eyes;
It is at first a gain then a pain,
And when the pain is done we pass away.
"There is no need for war and bloodshed. I love my brothers and will never draw blade against them and have no desire for strife and ill feelings between us."

100% Silk

Size: 30x30 cm