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 One of the councillors said, "It is reported that he is marching towards Udayanalla with his main »force—but he has not yet arrived here."

The Nawab thereupon muttered,

"Force! Force! whose force is it?"

"It is his, after all", whispered some one.

The councillors now took leave of the Nawab. Just as they left, the Nawab rose from his brilliant throne of gold, threw away from his head the crown with its glittering diamonds, tore off the beautiful necklace of pearls, and cast aside all other valuables from his person; he then threw himself down on the floor and cried out, "Oh, my beloved Dalani! where are you now?"

Such is the worthlessness of regal pomp, in this world.