Written In Achabal Garden

Great were the Mughal Emperors, their queens, And also their brothers-in-law. Though they had held our Old last king Who was oh! Utter Godly And had fallen in love with A divorced poetess Who chanted her touching verse Roaming in despair through the Saffron fields. Constructed the cascades and canals, Fountains in tranquil pools And, grew fragrant flowers and shady chinars. Have built there and there, The springs are by forests, The he'venly gardens. And it seems that they had in their minds Beforehand, Betrayed, wandering lovers— like I.