Nur al-Din Ali and the Damsel Anis al-Jalis.

The broker came to the house and found the Vizier mounting his horse, intending to go to the palace. So he caught hold of his stirrup and said:

O you, who give a sweet flavor to the royal state, ❧ You are a Vizier who shall never lose favor!
You have restored dead Generosity to life for men; ❧ May such high efforts never lack God’s grace!

Then he said, “O my lord, that extraordinary object for whom the royal command was issued has at last been found;” The original sentence is written in a very ornate, flowery style. and the Vizier replied, “Bring her here to me!” So the broker went away and returned after a short while, bringing a young woman dressed in the richest clothing. She was a maiden as straight as a spear and five feet tall, with a developing bosom and large eyes as black as if they were lined with kohl a traditional dark eyeliner powder. Her dewy lips were sweeter than syrup or the sherbet one sips. She was a smooth-cheeked and shapely-faced young girl, whose slender waist was complemented by full hips. Her form was more pleasing than a branch waving at the top of a tree, and her voice was softer and gentler than the morning breeze, just as one of those who described her said:

A strange charm adorns her brows, which shine like the moon's disk; ❧ Oh, she is sweeter to the taste than the finest syrup original: "Robb," a fruit syrup or "rob." or raisins from the vine.
The highest heaven the Empyrean keeps a throne for her in a high and glorious state, ❧ For her wit and wisdom, her slender form, and her graceful silhouette.
In the "heaven" of her face, she displays the seven stars original: "seven-fold stars," referring to the Septentriones or the Big Dipper., ❧ Which guard her cheeks like satellites against any spy’s gaze.
If a man should cast a secret glance or steal a look at her from afar, ❧ His heart is struck by lightning bolts shot from those piercing eyes.

When the Vizier saw her, she filled him with immense admiration. Perfectly pleased, he turned to the broker and asked, “What is the price of this girl?” The broker answered, “Her market value is ten thousand dinars gold coins. However, her owner swears that this sum will not even cover the cost of the chickens she has eaten, the wine she has drunk, and the robes of honor given to her teacher. She has learned calligraphy, grammar, and linguistics; the commentaries on the Quran; the principles of law and religion; the rules of medicine; the calendar; and the art of playing musical instruments.” This list of accomplishments is humorously extensive, much like a traditional list of "proper" Victorian feminine accomplishments. The Vizier said, “Bring me her master.” So the broker brought him at once and,