And make my noble father's name
Of every song the theme;
To rescue Thoda from the slave
Who lives to fill a coward's grave.
'And till my life-blood's purple flow
Stand stagnant in my veins,
That early vow to see fulfilled
I'll spare nor strength nor pains:
To those who join me in the war
I'll be a radiant beacon star!
'My hand—'tis his who foremost scales
The ramparts of the foe,
And to the wicked Lilla deals
The dread avenging blow;
Go, warriors—these alone decide
The man who wins me as his bride.'
The Flight of Humayun.
"Humayun fled towards Amarcot. His horse died on the way; and he desired Tirdi Beg, one of his chiefs, to let him have his horse. The request was refused, so low had royalty fallen. One Koka, dismounting his own mother, gave the king her horse, and placing the lady on a camel ran himself on foot beside her."
At midnight, o'er the desert sands
The monarch fled alone,
And in the light of paling stars
His blood-stained armour shone.
Disbanded were his glorious ranks,
His bravest chieftains slain,
Yet o'er his wide ancestral realm
Once more he hoped to reign.
