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No power of fancy e’er pourtrayed
The graces of that purless maid
Sweet angel nature formed to prove
The fond fidelity of love
Her mouths sweet circle formed a line
The pencil never drew one so fine
Her Ruby lips appeared when closed
Arose leaf in two halves disposed.
When Melek Mahommed saw these Daughters of Paradise their queens fair as the mid month moon and her damsels and musicians arranged in rows before her he stood stupefied with wonder. The back of the Queen was towards him as he entered but she perceived him with the corner of her eyes and pointing to a Golden seat near the throne said "come come along you are welcome” and as soon as he had seated himself enquired, “whence who and why have you come hither?” Melek Mohammed answered like one drunk and distracted
Drunk with the win of love I roam
This path and seek no other home
Far from my grasp stole? the tie
Of prudence though for love I die
Gheti Afroz immediately gave him a place in her affections, and ordered Ruh Afza a Perazadi that excelled in elegance of