While looking on its panels with colored stones inlaid,
And alabaster vases on which the sunbeam played.
In gem-embroidered kaftan, and grave with cares of state,
Dispensing equal justice, a king was at the gate—
The hajib[[4]] was in waiting to hear his high command,
And in the foreground gathered proud nobles of the land.
Luxurious rooms I entered through quaintly carven doors,
And trod on fretted pavements and tessellated floors;
And in secluded chambers, for beauty’s use designed,
On gorgeous silken cushions voluptuous forms reclined.