'In Kalot Enbolot's castle he won him this lasting shame, (I trow 'tis a mighty fortress, and far lands shall know its fame,) With his wife did the monarch find him, there lay Klingsor within her arm, 485 And sorely must he repent him of his slumber so soft and warm, For the hand of the king avenged him in such wise as he deemed his right; And he left with his knife such token of shame on the traitor knight That henceforward the love of woman it rejoiceth him never more! And I wot well for his dishonour many folk shall have suffered sore.' 490 '('Tis not in the land of Persia) in a city called Persida Were magic spells first woven; it stands in a land afar, And thither did Klingsor journey, and there did he learn such skill, That with secrets of magic cunning he worketh whate'er he will. For the ill that was wrought his body he beareth goodwill to none, 495 But rejoiceth to work them evil, the more if they fame have won.' 'E'en such peril beset one monarch--Irôt was, I ween, his name, And Rosch-Sabbins was his kingdom--At length to such pass he came, That he bade him to take of that country what he would, so he peace would keep; Then Klingsor he took of the monarch this mountain so high and steep, 500 And the land for eight miles around it; on the summit did Klingsor rear The wonder-work thou seest, and this palace we look on here. And there faileth nor worldly riches, nor marvel of magic skill, If for thirty years one besieged it, methinks 'twere provisioned still. And power doth he hold o'er all spirits, 'twixt the earth and the heaven above, 505 Both evil and good, save those only whom God doth from his power remove.'