Matches in DBpedia 2014 for { ?s ?p Abul Qasim Hasan Unsuri Balkhi (Persian: ابوالقاسم حسن عنصری بلخی) (died 1039/1040) was a 10-11th century Persian poet.He is said to have been born in Balkh, today located in Afghanistan, and he eventually became a poet of the royal court, and was given the title Malik-us Shu'ara (King of Poets').His Divan is said to have contained 30,000 distichs, of which only 2500 remain today. The following dialog between an eagle and a crow, translated by Iraj Bashiri, is an example. In it the King of Poets, Unsuri, compares his own status vis-a-vis that of a young poet who has joined the court recently.The Eagle and The Crow: A DialogueTranslated by Iraj BashiriA dialogue occurred, I happen to know,Betwixt the white eagle and the crow.Birds we are, said the crow, in the main,Friends we are, and thus we shall remain.Birds we are, agreed the eagle, only in name,Our temperaments, alas, are not the same.My leftovers are a king's feast,Carrion you devour, to say the least.My perch's the king's arm, his palace my bed,You haunt the ruins, mingle with the dead.My color is heavenly, as everyone can tell,Your color inflicts pain, like news from hell.Kings tend to choose me rather than you,Good attracts good, that goes for evil too. ↑. }
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- Unsuri abstract "Abul Qasim Hasan Unsuri Balkhi (Persian: ابوالقاسم حسن عنصری بلخی) (died 1039/1040) was a 10-11th century Persian poet.He is said to have been born in Balkh, today located in Afghanistan, and he eventually became a poet of the royal court, and was given the title Malik-us Shu'ara (King of Poets').His Divan is said to have contained 30,000 distichs, of which only 2500 remain today. The following dialog between an eagle and a crow, translated by Iraj Bashiri, is an example. In it the King of Poets, Unsuri, compares his own status vis-a-vis that of a young poet who has joined the court recently.The Eagle and The Crow: A DialogueTranslated by Iraj BashiriA dialogue occurred, I happen to know,Betwixt the white eagle and the crow.Birds we are, said the crow, in the main,Friends we are, and thus we shall remain.Birds we are, agreed the eagle, only in name,Our temperaments, alas, are not the same.My leftovers are a king's feast,Carrion you devour, to say the least.My perch's the king's arm, his palace my bed,You haunt the ruins, mingle with the dead.My color is heavenly, as everyone can tell,Your color inflicts pain, like news from hell.Kings tend to choose me rather than you,Good attracts good, that goes for evil too. ↑".