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When to sore parting Fate our love shall doom, * To distant life

by Destiny decreed, We cause the inkhorn's lips to 'plain our

pains, * And tongue our utterance with the talking reed.

And I wrote in the Tumar character[FN#234]:-

Kingdom with none endures; if thou deny * This truth, where be

the Kings of earlier earth? Set trees of goodliness while rule

endures, * And when thou art fallen they shall tell thy worth.

And I wrote in the character Muhakkak[FN#235]:-

When oped the inkhorn of thy wealth and fame * Take ink of

generous heart and gracious hand; Write brave and noble deeds

while write thou can * And win thee praise from point of pen and

brand.