Tell me, what hast thou seen? What moves thee thus?”
The voice of sympathy, the dame’s warm touch,
Roused Guje-Zare; faintly thus she spake:
“O auntie, I implore thee, tell me true
Where dwells the owner of this golden ring?”
“A guest within my tent,” replied the dame.
Then Guje-Zare, sighing, said, “Behold,
Of the festivities three days are past;
To-morrow is the bridal’s final day.
Let Sia-Manto know there is one chance,