<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=513862" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Song Of Princess Zeb-Un-Nissa In Praise Of Her Own Beauty</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">WHEN from my cheek I lift my veil, <br>The roses turn with envy pale, <br>And from their pierced hearts, rich with pain, <br>Send forth their fragrance like a wail. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Or if perchance one perfumed tress <br>Be lowered to the wind's caress, <br>The honeyed hyacinths complain, <br>And languish in a sweet distress. </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>And, when I pause, still groves among, <br>(Such loveliness is mine) a throng <br>Of nightingales awake and strain <br>Their souls into a quivering song.</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=513862" data-title="The Song Of Princess Zeb-Un-Nissa In Praise Of Her Own Beauty de Sarojini Naidu" data-description="WHEN from my cheek I lift my veil, The roses turn with envy pale, And from their pierced hearts, rich with pain, Send forth their fragrance like a wail. Or if perchance one perfumed tress Be lowered to the wind's caress, The honeyed hyacin..."></div> </div> </div>

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