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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=513859" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Queen's Rival</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">QUEEN GULNAAR sat on her ivory bed, <br>Around her countless treasures were spread; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her chamber walls were richly inlaid <br>With agate, porphory, onyx and jade; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The tissues that veiled her delicate breast, <br>Glowed with the hues of a lapwing's crest; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But still she gazed in her mirror and sighed <br>&quot;O King, my heart is unsatisfied.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">King Feroz bent from his ebony seat: <br>&quot;Is thy least desire unfulfilled, O Sweet? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Let thy mouth speak and my life be spent <br>To clear the sky of thy discontent.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I tire of my beauty, I tire of this <br>Empty splendour and shadowless bliss; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;With none to envy and none gainsay, <br>No savour or salt hath my dream or day.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Queen Gulnaar sighed like a murmuring rose: <br>&quot;Give me a rival, O King Feroz.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">King Feroz spoke to his Chief Vizier: <br>&quot;Lo! ere to-morrow's dawn be here, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Send forth my messengers over the sea, <br>To seek seven beautiful brides for me; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Radiant of feature and regal of mien, <br>Seven handmaids meet for the Persian Queen.&quot; <br>. . . . . </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seven new moon tides at the Vesper call, <br>King Feroz led to Queen Gulnaar's hall </div><div style="margin:10px 0">A young queen eyed like the morning star: <br>&quot;I bring thee a rival, O Queen Gulnaar.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But still she gazed in her mirror and sighed: <br>&quot;O King, my heart is unsatisfied.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Seven queens shone round her ivory bed, <br>Like seven soft gems on a silken thread, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like seven fair lamps in a royal tower, <br>Like seven bright petals of Beauty's flower </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Queen Gulnaar sighed like a murmuring rose <br>&quot;Where is my rival, O King Feroz?&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When spring winds wakened the mountain floods, <br>And kindled the flame of the tulip buds,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When bees grew loud and the days grew long, <br>And the peach groves thrilled to the oriole's song, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Queen Gulnaar sat on her ivory bed, <br>Decking with jewels her exquisite head; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">And still she gazed in her mirror and sighed: <br>&quot;O King, my heart is unsatisfied.&quot; </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Queen Gulnsar's daughter two spring times old, <br>In blue robes bordered with tassels of gold, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ran to her knee like a wildwood fay, <br>And plucked from her hand the mirror away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quickly she set on her own light curls <br>Her mother's fillet with fringes of pearls;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Quickly she turned with a child's caprice <br>And pressed on the mirror a swift, glad kiss. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Queen Gulnaar laughed like a tremulous rose: <br>&quot;Here is my rival, O King Feroz.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sarojini+Naidu">Sarojini Naidu</a><div class=q>
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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..."></div>
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