The Court of Pomegranates
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!"
Jai (the fan-waver)
"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!"
Tinchaurya (the scent-sprinkler)
"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!
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