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His royal highness,

the Prince of Hassir.

He's not the Prince of Hassir.

He's only the prince of liars.

But charming.

You may show him in.

You may enter.

..and when autumn breezes hear our sighs

...may our lips never say...

Jamilla, Lady of the Moonlight.

So we meet again, my prince.

Let me feast my eyes on you.

It really is you.

This is a pleasure.

I've tried giving you up.

How could anything so beautiful

be so merciless, so cruel?

We have a week of delirious happiness

and suddenly you're gone.

My nights are sleepless,

my days burning sands.

I didn't know who you were,

where you were.

I shouted the name Jamilla through

every palace window.

From Tehran to Mosul.

There wasn't even an echo.

Finally,

I take the long journey home

to Hassir

eh my own little kingdom

praying for a thunderbolt to explode you

out of my heart.

But no thunderbolt.

Charming.

I ride home.

I am desolate.

In my palace,

I have a corner I call

the Garden of the Stars.

I like that.

There I sat night after night.

And with my astrologers...

A very stupid lot. They don't know

anything about women.

But you do, my prince.

There never was another woman in all

the world I couldn't forget but you.

You weren't looking for me

in that cafe where they found you.

But how fortunate I was there.

It was the hand of fate.

Kiss me.

- Kiss?

- What else?

I stopped a fight in the street.

I took a poor old battered lad inside

and washed the blood off him.

A foul, reeking place, yes, but I...

I couldn't leave him in the street,

could I?

And you couldn't keep Laeida waiting,

could you?

How could you profane this moment

with chatter like that?

After the torture you've made me endure.

Adorable man, don't stop.

Don't ever stop.

I'd rather listen to you telling lies

than to all the wise men

with all the truth of the ages.

Beard of my ancestor!

No one calls me a liar with impunity.

Who are you, Lady of the Moonlight?

I must know.

You'll never escape me again.

I warn you to leave things

as they are, prince.

I never leave things as they are.

The night is enchanting.

Have you ever been on the river

when the moon is like this?

The river has romance from here.

Let it be.

That young lout I told you about.

Yes, you washed the blood off him.

He has a boat under a cypress tree.

They're possibly cripples by now.

My boat was built

for the queen of Sheba.

Is it written that Solomon never

went fishing with her at night?

What are you thinking?

Nothing.

Just listening.

So soft and so lovely.

Isn't your life always soft and lovely?

I don't know.

I've never lived before.

Who built the high wall around you?

My father.

Why?

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