“I am a martyr to the dagger of love,
With the blood of my eyelids besmeared.
Commit me to the dust just as I am,
Full of blood, and wash me not.”

But Shaikh 'Abdunnabí, the chief Çadr, and other Ulamás and Qázís, who were controllers of the çadr court, said that having died unclean and stained with adultery, he was not resting in love; but God knows best! And on account of the fate of her lover that singing girl went into mourning, and tearing the skirt of patience, clothing herself with a winding-sheet upon his grave, elected to sweep his tomb, till after some days having gone to the unveiling in the house of non-existence, they two were perfectly united:—

“When the Fair-ones lift up the veil,
The Lovers expire at the sight of such majesty.”*

And in this year Shaikh Gadáí Kambóí of Dihlí, who was a retired financier, and through the foolish flattery of the knaves of the day had become a very idol in self-conceit and pride, departed this life. And ‘You are dead you great hog* was found to give the date.