Stanza III

1. The wretched IBRAHIM sighs in these verses: One dart from your eyes has pierc’d thro’ my heart.

2. Ah! when will the hour of possession arrive? Must I yet wait a long time? The sweetness of your charms has ravished my soul.

3. Ah! SULTANA! stag-ey’d—an angel amongst angels! I desire,—and, my desire remains unsatisfied.—Can you take delight to prey upon my heart?