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I sold to the Rao of Ilore, Slender and tall was he. When his litter carried him down the street I peeped through the thatch to see. Ah, the eyes of the Rao of Ilore, My lover that was to be!

The hair that lay on his youthful brow Was curled like an ocean wave; His eyes were lit with a tender smile, But his lips were soft and grave. For sake of these things I was still with joy When the silver coins were paid, And they took me up to the Palace gates, Delighted and unafraid. Ah, the eyes of the Rao of Ilore, May never their brilliance fade!

So near was I to the crown of life! Ten thousand times, alas! The Diwan leant from the latticed hall, Looked down and saw me pass. He begged for me from the Rao of Ilore, Who answered, "She is thine, 31