But one; to-morrow morning I shall go
Unto my mother’s tomb; alone I go
To weep there, and to bid her bones farewell.
There may he come and find me. Tell him this.”
The dame to Sia-Manto told her tale.
That night long, Sia-Manto could not sleep.
Ere dawn he rose, and hastened to the place.
There, ‘neath the silent dome, sleep fell on him.
He wrapped his cloak about him, slept, and snored.
Soon Guje-Zare came; and lo! he slept.