manner flowers and green herbs, even as says of it the poet, in the following verses:-- Earth has no fairer sight to show than this its blossom-time, With all the gently running streams that wander o'er its face, It is indeed the handiwork of God Omnipotent, The Lord of every noble gift, and Giver of all grace! Midmost the meadow stood a monastery, and within the inclosure a citadel that rose high into the air in the light of the moon. The stream passed through the midst of the monastery; and therenigh sat ten damsels like moons, high-bosomed maids clad in dresses and ornaments that dazzled the eyes, as says of them the poet:-- The meadow glitters with the troops Of lovely ones that wander there; Its grace and beauty doubled are By these that are so passing fair; Virgins, that with their swimming gait, The hearts of all that see ensnare, Along whose necks, like trails of grapes, Stream down the tresses of their hair; Proudly they walk, with eyes that dart The shafts and arrows of despair, And all the champions of the world Are slain by their seductive air. Sherkan looked at the ten girls, and saw in their midst a lady like the moon at its full, with ringleted and shining forehead, great black eyes and curling brow-locks, perfect in person and attributes, as says the poet:-- Her beauty beamed on me with glances wonder-bright: The slender Syrian spears are not so straight and slight: She laid her veil aside, and, lo, her cheeks rose-red! All manner of loveliness was in their sweetest sight The locks that o'er her brow fell down, were like the night, From out of which there shines a morning of delight.