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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