A Noble Speaks of Mehrab's Daughter

From A8.1, Zal Visits Mehrab of Kabul. It illustrates A8.1.24–35 (to A8.1.38):

A8.1.24
When Mehrab rose, Zal watched his noble frame,And spoke before the chiefs in loud acclaim:
A8.1.25
“Who matched his grace when girded for the field?What equal frame has ever armor sealed?
A8.1.26
In look and carriage who could rival him?What warrior stands his equal, life and limb?”
A8.1.27
A noble standing near then raised his voice,And made Zal’s listening heart at once rejoice:
A8.1.28
“My lord, he has a daughter fair of face,A wonder formed of beauty, form, and grace.
A8.1.29
More radiant than sunlight after rain,From head to foot like ivory without stain.
A8.1.30
Her stature is a saj-tree, straight and high,Her face a paradise beneath the sky.
A8.1.31
Two musk-black kamands deck her shoulders white,Their ends like anklet-rings curl close and tight.
A8.1.32
Her mouth a pomegranate blossom’s flame,Her lips the fruit that puts red gems to shame.
A8.1.33
Two pomegranates swell upon her breast,Her narcissus eyes give every heart unrest.
A8.1.34
Her lashes borrow darkness from the night,Her brows are bows drawn firm in perfect height.
A8.1.35
Seek out the moon: it shines upon her face;Seek musk: it breathes from every darkened trace.