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No, his messenger, Suvarna, brought this news.

Woe, woe is me!

And he produced a few withered flowers and said, "Tell your Queen that the drier and more withered these souvenirs of the Spring Festival become, the fresher and more blooming do they grow within in my heart."

Stop! Tell me no more. Do not torment me any more.

Look! There sit all the princes in the great assembly. He who has no ornament on his person, except a