Imitation from the Armenian

I shall come into your dream
As a black ewe, approach the throne
On withered and infirm
Legs, bleating: 'Padishah,
Have you dined well? You who hold
The world like a bead, beloved
Of Allah, was my little son
To your taste, was he fat enough ?'
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