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CANTO XLV. 
The Tight with Deva Pala. 
Deva Pala roars forth in the battle to Ratna, ! Let mo and thee 
fight in single combat.’ He strikes Ratna in the belly with a poisoned 
javelin, which pierces through his body and comes out at the back. 
Rat.na himself strikes Deva Pfila and cuts off his head. He then falls 
senseless, and loses his power of speech. He is brought home on a bed 
(693). 
CANTO XLYI. 
Tire End of the King. 
The King dies, after making over charge of the fort to Biidal (694). 
Padmavatl dons her silken sari and goes forth with her beloved to the 
pyre. She adorns herself to become Satl ( 695) . 
CANTO XLVII. 
The Sat!. 
Both Nagamatl and Padmavatl become Satis (696). They prepare 
the pyre, distribute alms, circumambulate seven times, and are burnt 
without contortion of a single limb (697). 
While they are burning with their beloved the Emperor comes and 
besieges the fort. He hears the fate of Ratna and Padmavatl and 
throwing a handful of ashes in the air, declares that all the world is 
illusion. His whole army does the same, and cries, 1 Until this dust falls 
on our tombs, the desire of the world will not be satisfied.’ Then they 
take the fort by assault, and Biidal dies fighting in the gate. 
Before the Emperor’s army takes it, the women of Citaur immolate 
themselves, and the men all die in battle. He destroys the city, and 
CITAUR BECAME ISLAM (698). 
‘ I asked the meaning of all this from learned men, and they told 
me that they understood it not. The fourteen continents are all in 
man’s body. Citaur is the body, and the King is the soul. Simhala- 
dvipa is the heart, and Padmavatl is wisdom. The parrot is the Guru, 
who showeth the right way, without whom the world is void of quality, 
and Nagamatl is the cares of this world, and he is saved who is not 
caught by her. Raghava, the pandar, is Satan, and ‘Alau d-din, the 
Emperor, is illusion. So meditate on this, love-story, and let him who 
can understand Turkish, Arabic, Hindul, whatever languages there are, 
in whatever tongue the way of love is told, all praise it (699). 
