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 Seven new moon tides at the Vesper call, King Feroz led to Queen Gulnaar's hall

A young queen eyed like the morning star: "I bring thee a rival, O Queen Gulnaar."

But still she gazed in her mirror and sighed: "O King, my heart is unsatisfied."

Seven queens shone round her ivory bed, Like seven soft gems on a silken thread.

Like seven fair lamps in a royal tower, Like seven bright petals of Beauty's flower.

Queen Gulnaar sighed like a murmuring rose: "Where is my rival, O King Feroz?"

When spring winds wakened the mountain floods, And kindled the flame of the tulip buds,