Methought she was the forenoon sun until she donned the veil ✿ But lit she fire in vitals mine still flaring fierce and high,
How had it hurt her an she deigned return my poor salám ✿ With finger-tips or e’en vouchsafed one little wink of eye?
The cavalier who spied her face was wholly stupefied ✿ By charms that glorify the place and every charm outvie.
“Be this the Fair who makes thee pine and long for love liesse? ✿ Indeed thou art excused!” “This is my fairest she;” (quoth I)
Who shot me with the shaft of looks nor deigns to rue my woes ✿ Of strangerhood and broken heart and love I must aby:
I rose a-morn with vanquished heart, to longing love a prey ✿ And weep I through the live long day and all the night I cry.
The girl marvelled at his eloquence and elegance and taking her lute, smote thereon with the goodliest of performance, repeating all the melodies, and sang these couplets:—
By the life o’ thy face, O thou life o’ my sprite! ✿ I’ll ne’er leave thy love for despair or delight:
When art cruel thy vision stands hard by my side ✿ And the thought of thee haunts me when far from sight:
O who saddenest my glance albe weeting that I ✿ No love but thy love will for ever requite?