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          And quick the ruddy (?) goblets move
          Sin in the tempting hour of love
          As down the West the Sun declines
          His disk a golden goblet shines
          To bathe in western water sent
          O’er the green fritted firmament
          As slow the dusky mists congeal
          Their magic lines of fate reveal
          Their freckled character which lie
          Obscure along the evening sky
          Like a lion for the chace[msp]
          Upstarts the moon with sanguine face
          And tell the raven night be o’er
          Immerses fierce her claws in gore

When evening set in she ordered her car in which having seated herself with Melech Mohammed attended with innumerable torches they set out for the garden of the Shah. In a moment they had entered the gate and were traversing the garden; they proceeded to the brink of the reservoir and there having seated themselves they passed the goblet jovially round till half the night was spent. Then they remounted the car, returned to the place in an instant and retired to their chouches of repose again Melech Mohammed rested

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