Tear-drops have chafed mine eyelids and rail down in wondrous wise, ✿ For parting pain that fills my sprite and turns to springs mine eyes,
For sake of friend who ever dwells within my vitals homed, ✿ And I may never win my wish of him in any guise.
He hath a favour fair and bright, and brilliant is his face, ✿ Which every Turk and Arab wight in loveliness outvies:
The Sun and fullest Moon lout low whenas his charms they sight, ✿ And lover-like they bend to him whene’er he deigneth rise.
A wondrous spell of gramarye like Kohl bedecks his eyne, ✿ And shows thee bow with shaft on string made ready ere it flies:
O thou, to whom I told my case expecting all excuse, ✿ Pity a lover-wight for whom Love-shafts such fate devise!
Verily, Love hath cast me on your coast despite of me ✿ Of will now weak, and fain I trust mine honour thou wilt prize:
For noble men, whenas perchance alight upon their bounds, ✿ Grace-worthy guests, confess their worth and raise to dignities.
Then, O thou hope of me, to lovers’ folly veil afford ✿ And be to them reunion cause, thou only liefest lord!
And when she had ended her verses, she again told the King her sad tale and shed plenteous tears and recited these couplets bearing on her case:—