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Shapur I, Wise King of the Simurgh Kingdom, and friend of Mani 
The King of Kings of Iran and non-Iran, the sun of many 
Walking through the valley of the shadow of death, the road of any 
Recalling his life of war campaigns, stone monuments and plenty 
Recalling his support and talks with Mani, though his heart was in doubt 
Now he knew that the blazing flame, that guided him, was going out 

Wondering why he believed Oromazd and Ahriman were brothers 
Why he worshipped fire, for soon his fate will end in painful fires
Remembering how he dismissed the teachings of the lotus flowers 
Mani’s gift of Persian honey, that he did not taste, like others 
Ready for the chariot of burning flames, his friends started to weep 
He sunk down into his soft bed, and fell into the clutches of sleep 

“A voice calling from the Eastern Steppe, “Prepare the way for the Light 
Make straight, open paths to the Light, dwelling in the heights above the height 
Valleys will be made low, heavens will open, all in a king’s sight 
The world will shake, and the world will be bathed in moonlight and in sunlight”” 
These are the words the angels prophesied about Shapur the King 
Shapur before his sleep faintly chuckled at this, praying and wishing `

Shapur I came again, forgetting his former self and wish 
But had dreams of the Just Judge, sitting just above a pond of pearlfish 
“You allowed every flower in your vast land to grow and flourish 
You were the sun shining indiscriminately on all plants and fish 
And cared for that seven petal lotus in your garden and court 
Though in the past, you politely declined to give your heart’s full support”

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