Shaikh Inayat Allah Kamboh

"In days of yore, there reigned in the extenfive and populous empire of Hindoostan, emblematic of Paradise, a Sovereign who, like the universe-illuming Sun, comprised the world within the beams of his dominion; and who, by the rays of the lamp of his impartial justice, enlightened the gloom of the earth."

"The lady, on hearing this melody, like the nightingale, having expanded the wings of curiosity in search of this flower of the garden of beauty, drew the veil of purity from the face of her condition, and deviating from the centre of innocence, ran heedless into the four quarters of guilt. In order to attain the means of gratifying her wishes, she requested help from the favourite attendants on the carpet of her confidence. As this affair, on account of the negligence of agents, did not receive speedy conclusion, and the season of desire was extended to intolerable length, the fire of love (having blazed from the grate of her heart,) charmed her, like the moth, into the flame of impatience."

"Love is a precious gem, which, like the rays of the sun, to shut up in the obscurity of secrecy, is out of the circle of possibility."

"Are the Tales of , said to be translated by Colonel Dow, genuine, or not? They certainly are. The original work is called the , or . Colonel Dow has not translated above one third part of it. The avidity with which the English translation and French retranslation have been bought up, might encourage some ingenious orientalist to give the remainder of these tales an European dress."