Bairam

It was the 6th of January, the beginning of the feast of Bairam, the Mohammedan Passover.

Abdur-Raḥīm, son of Bairam Khān, whose Hindī dōhās and kabittas are still held in high estimation, and Faiẓī, brother of the celebrated Abul-Faẓl, the Emperor’s annalist.

The crescent glimmers on the hill, The Mosque's high lamps are quivering still: Though too remote for sound to wake In echoes of the far tophaike, The flashes of each joyous peal Are seen to prove the Moslem's zeal, To-night, set Rhamazani's sun; To-night, the Bairam feast's begun; To-night—but who and what art thou Of foreign garb and fearful brow?

But as the Princess used to overstep the fashions of the East in many points, so by degrees, while she grew to like the garden more and more, and to pay it several visits daily, she began to feel obstructed and annoyed by the attendance of her guard sallying out before her in solemn parade, as if the Sultan had been riding to Mosque in the Bairam festival.

Bairam, the feast on the 1st Shawwal, after Ramazan.