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Sweet jasmine fair of race divine Whose charms the sun and moon outshine Should Chinas a blest painter view That rosy cheeks seductive hew Soon would he own with sickening sighs That nature for his art out vies Ah should more travellor on his way That fascinating face survey The wonderer would forget the road To any place save thine abode Ah that the fortune sould be mine To alarm a heart no longer thine While tis another hap to prove How sweet the thrilling drought of love

Gheti afroz with the most enchanting grace replied in the same stile

The thrilling goblet and the wine Of love ecstatic still are mine And tenderness will best reveal The time to break the secret seal

She placed the Shah on the throne her side edging half round so as to address herself to him with the greater facility and seated Danish Bait and Melech Mahommed on too ornamented chairs beside the throne when the Shah looked round him he was astonished to behold

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