The young Prince is swimming his steed in the sea;
He heareth a voice: “Oh, Prince, look upon me!”
Loud snorteth the steed as he pricks up his ears;
He splashes the foam as he plunges and rears.
Again hears the Prince: “A king’s daughter I be;
Art thou willing to pass the whole evening with me?”
Behold, from the water a white hand extends,
And catches the reins by their silk tassel-ends.
To the white hand a young face there quickly succeeds;
In her locks are entangled the twisted seaweeds.