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 "Let thy mouth speak and my life be spent To clear the sky of thy discontent."

"I tire of my beauty, I tire of this Empty splendour and shadowless bliss;

"With none to envy and none gainsay, No savour or salt hath my dream or day."

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a murmuring rose "Give me a rival, O King Feroz."

King Feroz spoke to his Chief Vizier: "Lo! ere to-morrow's dawn be here,

"Send forth my messengers over the sea, To seek seven beautiful brides for me;

"Radiant of feature and regal of mien, Seven handmaids meet for the Persian Queen."