3-A Cursed Boon
After some months, Queen JODHA gives birth to a son and the lands celebrate in delight
NOOR
Almighty has blessed o' king o' kings
For her majesty is a healthy mother,
This blissful news this lady brings
That to a son- you are a father!
AKBAR stumbles in happiness and his eyes glow bright
AKBAR
You can't know how happy I am!
Go sing all gods their sacred hymns
Go lay a feast of fruits 'n ham
In this celebration of Prince Salim
Fill the bowls of beggars on roads
Send sweets to Persia and beyond,
Tell Faizi to pen some odes,
And gratify the ones who'r conned
Take this and this and all the rings,
For all this gold seems so dim
In contrast to the news you bring,
Fill treasures upto your vessels' rim!
I swear now on this Babar's scale,
On my anscestory and heritage,
I'll grant you a wish- without fail
Before death decides to end my age!
NOOR leaves happily with golden rings and a promise.
*Faizi- One of the ministers of Akbar who was a scholar and a poet
Babar's scale- A scale kept in the palace as a memory of Babar the first Mughal ruler
