Of Zábulistán, and I his only child;
On me is all his fond affection shown;
My wish is his, on me he dotes alone.”
Jemshíd had before heard of the character and renown of this extraordinary damsel, yet he was not disposed to comply with her entreaty; but contemplating again her lovely face, his heart became enamoured, when she took him by the hand and led him along the beautiful walks.
As moves the mountain partridge through the meads;
Her tresses richly falling to her feet,
And filling with perfume the softened breeze.
In their promenade they arrived at the basin of a fountain, near which they seated themselves upon royal carpets, and the damsel having placed Jemshíd in such a manner that they might face each other, she called for music and wine.
And washed obsequiously the stranger’s feet;
Then on the margin of the silvery lake
Attentive sate.
The youth, after this, readily took the wine and refreshments which were ordered by the princess.
Three cups of ruby wine;
Which banished sorrow from his breast,
For memory left no sign
Of past affliction; not a trace
Remained upon his heart, or smiling face.
Whilst he was drinking, the princess observed his peculiar action and elegance of manner, and instantly said in her heart: “This must be a king!” She then offered him some more food, as he had come a long journey, and from a distant land, but he only asked for more wine. “Is your fondness for wine so great?” said she. And he replied: “With wine I have no enemy; yet, without it I can be resigned and contented.
The frowning face of my enemy;
