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Binding her high-girt breasts; a shawl of blue
Sits on her comely shoulders, stiff with gold,
Letting a dagger's jewelled handle peer;
And cloth of gold, clasping a slender waist,
Droops to the feet, slippered in silver, gemmed.
Arjamand Banu Begam—such she was.

Why tell all this? That you may know the Queen
They buried; and the beauteous burying-place
Where, that last day at Agra, certain ones
Sate in the left-hand Mosque, surnamed Juwâb
And heard, in shadow of her sepulchre,
Sa'di's deep Chapter touching Love and Death.
For said the Munshi, "'T is full moon to-night!
What if you once more view the Taj thereby?"—
Good Mirza Hussein he, Muslim—and more—
Sûfi, far seen in deep philosophies,
Who knew grave secrets hid in subtle verse
Of Hafiz—underneath that merry veil