O fisherman no care hast thou to fear, ✿ I’m but an earth-born maid in mortal sphere;
I pray thee linger and my prayer grant ✿ And to my true unhappy tale give ear:
Pity (so Allah spare thee!) warmest love; ✿ Say, hast thou seen him—my beloved fere?
I love a lovely youth whose face excels ✿ Sunlight, and passes moon when clearest clear:
The fawn, that sees his glance, is fain to cry ✿ “I am his thrall” and own himself no peer:
Beauty hath written, on his winsome cheek, ✿ Rare lines of pregnant sense for every seer;
Who sights the light of love his soul is saved; ✿ Who strays is Infidel to Hell anear:
An thou in mercy show his sight, O rare![[69]] ✿ Thou shalt have every wish, the dearest dear,
Of rubies and what likest are to them ✿ Fresh pearls and unions new, the sea-shell’s tear:
My friend, thou wilt forsure grant my desire ✿ Whose heart is melted in love’s hottest fire.