And to those kind friends, at whose request she has published the history of her wanderings, she returns her warmest thanks for the pleasure the occupation has afforded her. She entreats them to read the pilgrimage with the eye of indulgence, while she remembers at the same time that,
“HAVING PUT HER HEAD INTO THE MORTAR, IT IS USELESS TO DREAD THE SOUND OF THE PESTLE[58].”
To her dear and few surviving relatives,—and to her friends of many years,—the Pilgrim bids adieu:
“THE BLESSING OF HEAVEN BE UPON THEIR HEADS[59].”
“Āp ki topīyan par salāmat rahī.”
“THE PEN ARRIVED THUS FAR AND BROKE ITS POINT[60].”
i.e. It is finished.
SALĀM! SALĀM!