Timur Name. - Book Of Timur. The Winter And Timur.

So the winter now closed round them     With resistless fury. Scattering     Over all his breath so icy,     He inflamed each wind that blithe     To assail them angrily.     Over them he gave dominion     To his frost-unsharpened tempests;     Down to Timur's council went he,     And with threat'ning voice address'd him:     "Softly, slowly, wretched being!     Live, the tyrant of injustice;     But shall hearts be scorch'd much longer     By thy flames, consume before them?     If amongst the evil spirits     Thou art one, good! I'm another.     Thou a greybeard art so I am;     Land and men we make to stiffen.     Thou art Mars! And I Saturnus,     Both are evil-working planets,     When united, horror-fraught.     Thou dost kill the soul, thou freezes     E'en the atmosphere; still colder     Is my breath than thine was ever.     Thy wild armies vex the faithful     With a thousand varying torments;     Well! God grant that I discover     Even worse, before I perish!     And by God, I'll give thee none.     Let God hear what now I tell thee!     Yes, by God! from Death's cold clutches     Nought, O greybeard, shall protect thee,     Not the hearth's broad coalfire's ardour,     Not December's brightest flame."