A prey they fell unmourned to that Vazīr’s pretence.
Their false creed, with their tribes, was quickly brought to end,
Through those twelve lying volumes his deceit had penn’d.
The name of Ahmed, thus, a friend is proved, of might;
Of light by day a pillar, shelt’ring cloud by night.
A castle inexpugnable, a stronghold safe,
As he himself was Trusty,[120] though his foes might chafe.
How fatal the disasters pictured here above,
The fruit of foul duplicity’s pretended love.430