My dearest loving Agha,
I have purged Iran and Turan of their enemies so that you may enjoy a long empire after me. Shed no tears or tear your clothes. Keep your swords in front of you and say Allah O Akbar. I wrote all this poetry uptill now in the memory of Sonia. I never stopped loving her. I am truly sorry. I want to go to Mecca for prilgrimage and then figure out what I have to study. My accounting has ended.
Your most loving Son,