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their throats in praise of the all bounteous king

If from the fields of heavenly light

an angel there had bent his flight

as the sleek moth with powdery wing

Circles the lamps in ceaseless ring

He sure had lingered in its round

Nor ever left the charmed ground

The Shah was in an extasy of delight but when the glamour of his eyes fell on Gheti afroz

A heaven of charms appeared the queen

Such as no mortal eye had seen

Charms to compare with which were weak

The lustre of a Peris cheek

Charms that were viewed with mute surprise

And the fair of paradise

He was seated on a throne of polished emerald the radiations of her [sory?] cheek were like the blissful rays of the ruby while the Shah fancied in sooth that the Orient Moon had descended from heaven and exclaimed in extacy

Whence spread the dazzling blaze of light

Is this the Moon Deceives my sight

The Brilliance of the Tulip flower

Or the bright sun at noontide hour

Who such celestial beam imparts

The mirror and the queen of hearts

Sweet