My wives are young and charming, and when they grow old, what is to hinder me from taking others, still handsomer, and who, by the side of the faded beauties, will be doubly charming.

Ho! slave--bring some lamps.

The sun has gone down, and the wine loses all its flavor when the table is not brightly lighted." At this moment the voice of Darius, who had left the arbor and gone out into the garden, was heard calling: "Come and hear how beautifully the nightingale is singing." "By Mithras, you son of Hystaspes, you must be in love," interrupted Araspes.

"The flowery darts of love must have entered the heart of him, who leaves his wine to listen to the nightingale." "You are right there, father," cried Bartja.

"Philomel, as the Greeks call our Gulgul, is the lovers' bird among all nations, for love has given her her beautiful song.