QUEEN Gulnaar sat on her ivory bed, Around her countless treasures were spread;Her chamber walls were richly inlaid With agate, porphory, onyx and jade;The tissues that veiled her delicate breast, Glowed with the hues of a lapwing's crest;But still she gazed in her mirror and sighed "O King, my heart is unsatisfied."King Feroz bent from his ebony seat: "Is thy least desire unfulfilled, O Sweet?
"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."
