Stanza IV
“The heavens relenting, hear my piercing cries,
“I loathe the light, and sleep forsakes my eyes;
“Turn thee, Sultana, ere thy lover dies:
“Sinking to earth, I fight the last adieu,
“Call me, my goddess, and my life renew.
“My queen! my angel! my fond heart’s desire!
“I rave—my bosom burns with heav’nly fire!
“Pity that passion, which thy charms inspire.”
I have taken the liberty, in the second verse, of following what I suppose the true sense of the author, though not literally expressed. By his saying, He went down to admire the beauty of the vines, and her charms ravished his soul, I understand a poetical fiction, of having first seen her in a garden, where he was admiring the beauty of the spring. But I could not forbear retaining the comparison of her eyes with those of a stag, though perhaps the novelty of it may give it a burlesque sound in our language. I cannot determine upon the whole, how well I have succeeded in the translation, neither do I think our English proper to express such violence of passion, which is very seldom felt amongst us. We want also those compound words which are very frequent and strong in the Turkish language.
YOU see I am pretty far gone in Oriental learning; and, to say truth, I study very hard. I wish my studies may give me an occasion of entertaining your curiosity, which will be the utmost advantage hoped for from them, by, Your’s, &c.
LET. XXXI.