Oh tortganda oqar ko’zdan selob yosh, Barchinoyim bo’y yetgandir qalam qosh.

The young woman let fall her hood, with a smile not quite free from coquetry, when, by the light of the moon, which at this moment shed its lustre between two clouds, he again beheld, for the second time, the raven hair hanging in masses of shining curls, the beautifully arched and pencilled eyebrows overshadowing the almond-shaped eyes, so soft and languishing, an exquisitely formed nose, and lips fresh and brilliant as coral.

He had a charming head, well placed on the shoulders, with pale brown hair that waved slightly, blue eyes with long dark lashes under well–marked eyebrows, a full red mouth, and a tanned, clean skin.