Then Guje-Zare, following him afar,
Came to the precipice, and gazed around;
Saw the wild bull in its last agony,
And heard her Sia-Manto’s mournful groans.
She found his bow and arrow, picked them up,
And bent her o’er the precipice’s edge
Until she saw where Sia-Manto hung.
She tore her hair, and wailed this loud lament:
“O Sia-Manto, dost thou lie so low?
Thy bow and arrow of pure silver are.