When many a suitor came to sue;
Kapitans, Beys, and Agas too,
Came to see her and staid to woo.
And Djaffar saw that the richest of all
Was the noble Khadi of Nourjahaul.
Afresh for sorrow were hourly shed
The bitter tears of the mourner then:
“I pray thee, brother,” she sadly said,
“Give me not in marriage agen!
My broken heart would cease to beat