Among the buildings which still stand, rising from the turf, is Humayun's library.
Humayun's cenotaph, in plain white marble, is in the very centre.
Mahomet died of his wounds on his way to ask assistance from Humayun.
I—I sent that—like Kurnavati sent her bracelet—to Humayun—only—you came—in time!
To this enchanting spot came Humayun and his ladies full of life, to be insouciant and gay.
Not aware of her intentions, Badur sent her son to Chitore, on which she immediately put herself under the protection of Humayun.
I shall always remember that story of Humayun and Kurnavati—and remember you for explaining it to me.
But Baber died before he could organise his empire and his son Humayun was unable to hold what had been won.
Then, his hour striking, Humayun's happy retreat became Humayun's Tomb.
And Humayun, borne to the walls in a golden palanquin, looked toward the smoky ruins and wept.