Oh, Philamir—this is indeed the end!
Be true to her—such sacred love as hers
Should purify its object—oh, be true!
I’m but a chapter in your book of life,
I who had thought to be the book itself!
The chapter’s ended, and to Zeolide
The book is closed forever! Philamir,
When you are tempted to do Mirza wrong,
Turn to that chapter—read it through and through—
And let the tale of all that I have borne