HASSAN
There is no Yasmin but Yasmin, and you are Yasmin.

YASMIN
Can this be Hassan, the Confectioner?

HASSAN
I am Hassan, and I am a confectioner.

YASMIN
Mashallah, Hassan, your words are sweeter than your sweets.

HASSAN
Gracious lady, your eyes look down through your veil like angels
through a cloud. Dare I ask to see your face, O bright perfection?

YASMIN
(Roguishly) Do you take me for a Christian, father of impertinence?
And since when do the daughters of Islam unveil before strangers?

HASSAN
It is said: he who speaks to the heart is no stranger.

YASMIN
(Unveiling her eyes) Are you satisfied, O importunate!

HASSAN
Never, till I have seen perfection to perfection.