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Translations from the Tarikh i Firuzshahi. 
[No. 3, 
Chide not my tears, though like a shower 
Of spring- they gush in rivers ; 
For rocks might weep to rue the hour 
That friend from friend dissevers. 
Those who witnessed the sorrow and the weeping and the an¬ 
guish of that hour of parting, were affected even to tears, and for 
many a long day after, the spectacle lived in the memory of the 
beholders. And the story goes, that on the day of his return, 
Sultan Nacir-uddin, as he mounted his horse, uttered a cry of grief, 
and all through that day’s journey continued weeping, and tasted 
no food, and said to the bystanders, and his attendants ; “I have 
bidden adieu for ever to my son and the empire of Dikii. I know 
for a certainty that in a very short time my son will be living no 
more, and the empire of Dihli will be dissolved.” 
Part III.— Keturn of Mu’izz-uddin. 
So Sultan Mu’izz-uddin returned from Audh towards Dihli, and 
for a few days followed his father’s advice, and forsook the haunts 
of revelry and mirth, and drank no wine, and listened to no songs, 
and summoned no fair damsels to his presence. But far and wide 
was the fame of his lavish gifts, and his devotion to pleasure, and 
his dainty and fastidious voluptuousness bruited through the cities 
of the provinces ; and so patent to the world was his beauty-worship 
and libertinism, that notorious rufflers and gray sinners in the 
hope of making acceptable offerings to the king, had trained beau¬ 
tiful girls,—irresistible with their bright glances and radiant wit, 
_to sing and strike the lute, and chant canzonets, and utter pretty 
railleries, and to play at drafts and chess. And every moon- 
bright darling, bale of the city and scourge of the world,—was dis¬ 
ciplined in divers ways, and, ere her budding bosom expanded in 
the garden of youth, was taught to ride her horse at speed, and 
play at ball, and cast the javelin, and become adept in every lively 
and elegant accomplishment. They were instructed in divers acts 
of fascination, which would make monks idolaters, and seduce the 
most devout to intoxication,—syrens of Hindustan, slave-boys 
shapely as the cypress, and damsels shining as the moon, skilled 
