1. Do not blame a wanderer who found a face fair,
And left all his affairs to the judgement thereof,

2. For I am one obedient, by it made eager,
That in the prime of life it be observed,

3. A notion passed me, it almost drove me frantic,
That in the prime of life it be observed.

4. In a throng, as if, while he was therein,
His cheek in a garden of lilies reposed,

5. Complaining of languor from sloth of the eyelids,
Yet complaining not thereof from his eyelids,

6. And he cured me, and woke my sleepy eyes,
With a lightning-flash beaming from its beaming.

7. I sensed him, while the gloom was disclosing him,
Like the disclosure of the black man's teeth.