|What can I say on this auspicious night?|
|When set upon a throne of damsels gay,|
|An emerald set on diamonds fair and bright,|
Your smiling eyes, alas, on me should lay.
No sorrows can taint your spirit divine:
Nor curse this night can flaw your form agile,
Yet, how I wish I knew your thoughts in mind.
What loves anew now lurk behind that beguiling smile?
It’s time that you bid farewell to wanton sprees.
What victories gained in short-lived dreams in life?
Only kingly fools pace the streets, carefree
Of dawn’s awakening life with duties so rife.
I shall not speak more tonight. Your life, not mine.
Yet my blessings on you forever shine.