1. Weep not for those who left in sorrow's night,
Nor stand where roads end and journeys blight.

2. Come! Let's enjoy what morn's young hand presents
From a fawn's palm whilst keen with good intents.

3. His lovely looks do of his goodness tell;
Dark-lashed eyes take hearts prisoner and quell.

4. I spied him not from any quarter but
Saw there perfection, loveliness absolute.

5. He's graced with cheeks whence flows a stream that waters
Chin mounds rising o'er his collar's borders.

6. Till perfection was completed in his charm,
Wit and grace proclaimed, 'Be thou shaped thus and form!'

7. I vied with glass of wine red as his lips
To drive away the woes that to sad bosoms cling.

8. The morning breeze then stirred in his slender waist,
As in his neck eve's languor interlaced.

9. I said, while passion courted him with yearning,
'Hast longing for sleep?' Said he, 'No, I've no burning

10. Desire for slumber, but the morn I await
To rise up fresh, serene, sedate.'

11. But when drowsiness assailed him and held sway,
He slept; and from his stillness joy I did convey.

12. When he was captured, I exclaimed in glee
Not 'Would he had not been!' but 'Hail! What bliss for me!'

13. Though lewdness gathered us, we seemed as if
Two birds paired on a bough in friendliest love.

14. Seek thou not secret sensual delights, but go
With open heart to them like one who casts off woe.