YASMIN
You would shrivel, my poet. What about "the glory too far shed, Yasmin"?

HASSAN
Let me see you unveiled, Yasmin.

YASMIN
Anything to close the portal of your face.
(Unveiling.) There. Do I please thee, my Sultan?

HASSAN
(Rapturously) Oh, you are beautiful!

YASMIN
Prince of poets, is that all you have to say! Not a stanza,
not a trope, not a turn, not a twist, not even a hint that the
heavens are opened, or that there are two moons in the sky together?

HASSAN
There is but one.

YASMIN
Well confectioned, my confectioner! And now, Good-night.

HASSAN
O stay, Yasmin, you are too beautiful, and I too bold.
I am nothing, and you are the Queen of the Stars of Night.
But the thought of you is twisted in the strings of my heart;
I burn with love of you, Yasmin. Put me to the proof, my lady;
there was nothing I could not do for your bright eyes.