Jahan finds Mahsati in a delicate thicket of rosettes & bright lilies
behind clear glass touches her breast waxen white pink marble indulged in an orgy
of excited magnolia. Like a snake lifted nature impedes her ardent. As
soon as she hears of any luxury is silent. Her tongue as if sheathed ivory
obtains an unexpected turn to gold. Mysterious mystic. She does not know
what love is instantly makes it her own. Caught up in the air Jahan attains to
the eloquence of Hafiz. Fellow courtship. Devotion of moth to taper is purer
if one's an angel. Says, O most worthy thought an angel or bright lilies
behind clear glass! Flinging her garments aside she enters a Centaur's mad gallop
about to throw her arms round Mahsati's ivory grandiflora. Now longing to
hold. Now in close embrace. Entangled wings. Unable to keep her love to herself,
Jahan clings more fervent than the bulbul to the rose. Blush becoming. Now entwined.
Entice the Creator unite this creature! The World flows more fervent contains delight
as if sheathing an ivory statue ardent. Not two but in one bloom forever.