didst give
  Before thou went’st to kill the elephant,
  The eighth and last, concealed within my veil. 
  Take this and stop the coming foe,—­but oh! 
  Kill not the wretch who dared to follow us,
  And sully this our happy bridal hour
  By murder; only stay, oh, stay the chase!”
  So said, she gave the jav’lin, which he hurled
  Upon the chasing charger’s breast with all
  His might, and straightway horse and rider fell;
  And, like those innocent and helpless doves,
  The loving pair together fled away,
  Their life of joy and freedom to renew. 
    Before the fury of an angered king
  For full three days and nights they ran, and found
  At last a safe and happy shelter in
  A shepherd’s cot, and in those troublous times
  ’Twas easier for the brave to kingdoms found,
  Rear palaces, and rulers strong become,
  Than for the toiling peasants, from sown fields,
  To reap their crops and safely bear them home. 
  Brave Timma was a stranger ’mongst new men;
  The many tigers by his arrows killed
  And neighboring clans and lawless robbers kept
  In check gave them sure hopes of future peace
  And future joy, and straightway they made him
  Their king to guard their women and their homes,
  While they their avocations of the soil
  In peace pursued, and soon was raised a fort;
  A stately palace too was reared within
  By willing hands, and safe from dang’rous foes,
  And far away from their dear native vale
  Of Vijiapore they spent their peaceful days
  In joy, beloved by all their loyal men. 
    But ’tis a saying often told in Ind,
  He hath a foe who hath a lovely wife.
  Her very loveliness is reason deemed
  To hate her lord, nay, murder him, and hence
  Her husband’s foe unconscious she becomes. 
  For Chandra’s beauty all these evils wrought
  Upon the youth, who for his country fought
  So many battles, and the Moslem kept
  In constant dread, and for his virtue’s sake,
  Though most beloved in his native land,
  And dreaded most for valour by his foes,
  He lived a stranger in a foreign land. 
  She, too, that maiden, ’twas her fate to share
  Her husband’s troubles for her beauty rare. 
  Still ’twas a little heav’n their new home where
  The halcyon days of mutual love were spent. 
  ’Tis sweet to love and sweeter to be loved;
  And thus in their new home their life of joy
  They spent in undisturbed solitude;
  But ah! this even was not long to be. 
    One day the news was brought to their new king,
  By a small troop of sorrow-stricken men,
  That ev’ry night a tiger from his den
  Came down and fearful havoc wrought amongst
  Their toiling cattle, and the piteous tales
  Of dreadful woe they poured into his ear
  Moved Timma’s heart, who took his trusty bow
  And forthwith started with a faithful