For I am now of Lahore." "Aye," said Shere Ali.

"The begging-bowl is filled to overflowing at the Delhi Gate.

So you are of Lahore, though your name is Safdar Khan and you were born at Kohara," and suddenly he leaned down and asked in a wistful voice with a great curiosity, "Are you content?
Have you forgotten the hills and valleys?
Is Lahore more to you than Chiltistan ?" So perpetually had Shere All's mind run of late upon his isolation that it crept into all his thoughts.

So now it seemed to him that there was some vague parallel between his mental state and that of Safdar Khan.

But Safdar Khan's next words disabused him: "Nay, nay," he said.