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OR, THE BOOK OF LOVE
29
In the Garden of the Taj
"Spread, Khadim!" quoth the Mirza "by this wall
The mats and cushions; trim the copper lamp,
Set forth the fruit and cakes where Gulbadan
May keep her lips from too much idleness;
Bring Dilazâr's tamboora! see no snake
Hath crept among the carpets; âg lejao!
To light the kallians for the Saheb and me:
And let none trouble us!" The garden-guard
Obeyed with "Achcha! achcha!" tied our gift
Into the corner of his cloth; salaamed,
And left us to the mosque-floor, and the scroll,
The tomb, the still trees, and the Indian night.
