NOTE: 63

He went [and] reached as far as Chambare; The ladies rushed to the window, They rushed to behold Mokats Mirza. There was none like him in the whole world. A thousand pities for Mokats Mirza! He went [and] reached as far as Jzire; The whole city came [and] gathered together. Mokats Mirza Was worth the entire city. A thousand pities for Mokats Mirza! May Kolot Pasha see no good fortune! His stature was short, [his] forelock long. He summoned Mokats Mirza, [And] took [him] to his chamber. May Kolot Pasha remain unfulfilled in his desire! He took the money, went down to the market, Paid [it and] bought a sweetmelon; He bought [it], brought [it], and poisoned one side [of it] with a knife; He sliced [it]—one slice he ate himself, [And] one he gave to Mokats Mirza. May Kolot Pasha remain unfulfilled in his desire!