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“Never fear,” said they “the Vizir is a knowing old boy I warrant you he brings him home safe and sound as we may soon find to our cost.” The aerial party however continued their [Frustine?] till near midnight when in the twinkling of an eye they columned to the palace of the princess and enjoyed a delicate [Tepast Ruh Afza?] in all her claims adorned like a bride and perfumed with the choicest odors waited on the more the Shah with such assiduity that she quite lavished his heart and intoxicated his senses Zok Anguz arrayed in magnificent garments in like Manner on Danish Bait at a signal from the queen of the Peris they retired to repose when Anu Shah and Danish entered thumping apartments they found they were illumini rated by Moons of beauty the Shah exclaimed in delight,

“Cous what a prospect charms mine eye,

I feel my [labished?] senses fly

My soul on seas of rapture lost

Be calm on thou art ever lost

Drunk with the wild unhoped-for bliss

My fancy [neer?] dearest soar to this

Like are that dreams in troubled sleep

By fists I laugh by the [Ieveep Ruh?]