1897.] W. Irvine —Nadir Shah and Muhammad Shah , a Hindi poem. 53 
56. When Muhammad Shah was told, 
“Nadir Shah is come to Dihli,” he laughed. 
Khan Dauran was told, “ Now go thou ; 
“I will see how you fight with Nadir Shall.” 
57. The lord of forts, the chief of many countries set out, crowds 
followed him, with him went the princes, 
Went towards the realm of death, took the road to grief, throw¬ 
ing their heads from side to side, know them to be full of 
joy. 
In a mass they met the army, slaughtered the Shah’s troops ; 
thus has the field been taken by Nawab Khan Khanan. 
Tilok Das writes a poem, but words cannot express it, how 
hastened on that king of war, that lord of lords. 
58. The mighty host of Dilli came leaping and bounding with cries 
of “ God, the Faith, the Faith, and Muhammad,” 
Nine hundred troopers stood like a hill against nine lakhs, per¬ 
fect valour was poured out, yellow flowers sprang forth, 
Hand fought without hands, bodies fought without heads, the 
leader was upheld in the midst by Holy Bhagwau, 
All the royal soldiers cry, “ Bravo ! Khan Khanan ! you have 
fought well, the victory is due to you.” 
59. Limbs split with a crash, all the oceans fill, heat and dust 
collect, rise to the head of mount Meru, 
The bows crackle, the lightning-messengers seize, with a whish 
the rockets whirl, io affray the strong man, 
They strike and take life, thousands miss, the Mugliuls begin 
to die without calling for betel leaf, 
The bowstrings are drawn with a hiss, the hand lays hold and 
sets in motion, the arrows resound as they strike their target, 
the Lord of Lords. 
60. Drum-beating began to sound, short drums, long drums, my 
beloved, trumpets, nishan, horns, brazen trumpets blew, 
The cannon boom, the war-swivels whistle, the matchlocks 
rattle, the rockets scream, 
The army bows low before the blaze, abandons its pride and 
yields, deep wounds stop them, they behold Bhagwan, 
The bow strings are drawn with a hiss, the hand lays hold 
and sets in motion, the arrows resound as they strike their 
target, the Lord of Lords. 
61. They lay with their vitals cut open, they had no advantage, the 
graves were filled up, one cannot count them, no vigour was 
left, they may be likened to air, 
