The Rani, decked in silk and pearls,
With Jasmin flowers among her curls,
Said, while the stars grew bright above,
"Draw near, O girls, and speak of love!"

"Ah, how shall I tell thee of love, O Queen,
⁠For mine was knotted with hate;
With a dancing-girl he had faithless been
⁠And rendered me desolate.

"He lay in the Tamarind shade at rest,
⁠Where Hunuman's Temple is,
And a little knife crept out of my breast
⁠To bury itself in his!"

"If Fate should say, 'Thy course is run,'
⁠It would not make me sad;
All that I wished to do is done,
⁠All that I would have, had.
My Lord has left his life with me,
⁠And mine divinely glad!