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The Princess, who had once in her life seen a poet from behind the screens of gauze in her Father's hall, and had conceived from that specimen no very favourable ideas of the Caste, expected but little in this new exhibition to interest her ;-she felt inclined, however, to alter her opinion on the very first appearance of FERAMORZ. He was a youth about LALLA Rooki's own age, and graceful as that idol of women, Crishna, 22—such as he appears to their young imaginations, heroic, beautiful, breathing music from his very eyes, and exalting the religion of his worshippers into love. His dress was simple, yet not without some marks of costliness; and the ladies of the Princess were not long in discovering that the cloth which encircled his high Tartarian cap was of the most delicate kind that the shawl-goats of Tibet supply. 23 Here and there, too, over his vest, which was confined by a flowered girdle of Kashan, hung strings of fine pearl, disposed with an air of studied negligence nor did the exquisite embroidery of his sandals escape the observation of these fair critics ; who, however they might give way to FADLADEEN upon the unimportant topics of religion and government, had the spirit of martyrs in everything relating to such momentous matters as jewels and embroidery.
For the purpose of relieving the pauses of recitation by music, the young Cashmerian held in his hand a kitar ;such as, in old times, the Arab maids of the West used to listen to by moonlight in the gardens of the Alhambraand having premised, with much humility, that the story he was about to relate was founded on the adventures of that Veiled Prophet of Khorassan 24 who, in the year of the Hegira 163, created such alarm throughout the Eastern Empire, made an obeisance to the Princess, and thus began :
In that delightful Province of the Sun,
And, fairest of all streams, the MURGA roves
On either side, with ready hearts and hands, His chosen guard of bold Believers stands; Young fire-eyed disputants, who deem their swords, On points of faith, more eloquent than words; And such their zeal, there's not a youth with brand Uplifted there, but, at the Chief's command, Would make his own devoted heart its sheath, And bless the lips that doom'd so dear a death ! In hatred to the Caliph's hue of night, 30 Their vesture, helms and all, is snowy white; Their weapons various—some equipp'd for speed, With javelins of the light Kathaian reed ; 31 Or bows of buffalo horn and shining quivers Filld with the stems 32 that bloom on IRAN's rivers ; While some, for war's more terrible attacks, Wield the huge mace and ponderous battle-axe; And as they wave aloft in morning's beam The milk-white plumage of their helms, they seem