Of Ferdoosee. Al 
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It were to lay my hand on my own life, 
It were to plunge the arrow into this wounded 
bosom. 
Then he took out his noose, and made a run- 
ning knot, 
And threw it, and caught it on the battle- 
ment; 
And held his breath, and, at one bound, 
Sprang from the ground, and reached the 
summit. 
As soon as the hero stood upon the terrace, 
The lovely damsel came and greeted him, 
And took the hand of the hero in her own, 
And they were as those who are inebriated 
with wine. 
Then he descended from the terrace, 
His hand in the hand of the tall maiden; 
And they entered the splendid pavilion 
Which blazed with light like the bowers of 
Paradise: 
And Zaul gazed with astonishment 
On her tall form and enchanting beauties. 
Then he kissed and embraced her, 
And said, O lovely maiden! 
When Manucheher shail hear of this, 
1 fear that he will not approve of our affec- 
tion: 
I fear also the anger of Saum, 
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