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W. Hoey —Set Mahet. 
13 . 
Loud Grajan’s war-drums beat; lie placed 
In front each bravest man ; 
The ‘ fat ilia ’ recited he 
And Ajab led the van. 
Hari Singb Nath the standard high 
Amid the fight displayed : 
He drew his sword, it flashed like fire, 
Nine maunds his armour weighed. 
14. 
It was the doughty Hari Singh 
Who struck ’v ith surest stroke : 
He mowed the forces of the king 
And Kafirs’ noses broke. # 
How Raja Suhil Dal was grieved 
This carnage sore to see : 
His hands he raised to heaven 
And wept—‘ oh ! woe is me ! ’ 
15 . 
The Pirf fought on ; great tuskers fell; 
No fear was on his brow : 
He hailed the haudah-mounted king : 
‘ Cowstealer ! whither now P ’ 
Barahna raised his spear and charged 
Like raging tempest blast; 
Hindu and Moslem made him way ; 
The monarch breathed his last. 
16 . 
To Ajab Mian Gajan called : 
‘ Set spurs to thy brown mare ; 
‘ On Bahar Mai with sword advance 
‘ And hold him in the rear.’ 
Mian himself his Lilia spurred, 
To Allah he appealed, 
His sword he drew and Baliar Mai 
Rolled dead upon the field. 
# It is curious to find two Hindus fighting for Salar Mashid. 
f Salar Mas'aud. 
