Of amours that I keep in store
One love, one nymph I did adore
How oft I tried forgetting her
I failed! Mem’ries of her recur
And still burn hot
A fervid clot
Within my heart for evermore
O sweet affair and yet malign,
Today I met a nymph divine
What beauty did enrapture me
Both soul and frame, what harmony!
Ah! Cupid shot
The slender spot
And Bacchus drenched me, wondrous wine!
But when I thought it paradise
A friend disbands my reveries
To warn me of the Josephene
That lurks within this dazzling queen
And heaven wot
That no one got
As yet to tame those gypsy eyes.
Oh wit, that calls my friend to trust,
And heart, that squalls to love and lust
What now? Should I from love abstain?
Or else retread the path of pain?
No heart, do not!
Forsake your plot
Forget you must, you must, you must!
Zgharta
March 24th 1989
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