Then Sia-Manto blushed with shame. In tears
He begged the dame, “Go, auntie, go once more,
For Heaven’s sake, and let her speak to thee
A last word. What she bids me, I will do.”
The dame from Guje-Zare brought this word:
“To-morrow is the bridal’s closing day,
The day of the procession. At that time
The bridegroom and his men will bear me hence.
If Sia-Manto is a man, and knows
How to be loved, and love, let him come then,