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          The fairest of flowers of May
          Is ever ever stolen away
          Lep torn life was well begun
          It never never saw the sun

Then with a sorrowful sigh her soul deported to present itself before the all. Just when Diu Faz saw this, he had almost put himself to death with his own hand but he reflected “I am a servant and ought to perform my duty to the king who has entertained me in his service for such a juncture as this God be praised that I have been able to accomplish this service. I will first inform him of my success and afterwards we shall see what is concealed behind the veil of futurity. Having left both bodies on the fatal ground he turned his face towards the city with a heart full of grief and repeated these verses:

          Thou world most faithless and forsworn
          Thus are my fondest hopes forborne
          No gratitude to the I owe
          No bread or salt didst thou bestow