As I venture out unto the balcony, and into the cool of the day, I can sense a presence there, just within the courtyard. For you have been revealed to me, in a dream, which doest come to me in advance, so that I have known you already in my soul. And have also caressed you with my heart, where I do nurture you, forever, in highest esteem. I beseech thee, kind Sir, speak out unto me, for I have longed waited, to hear of thee. I pray thee, therefore, undo this silence.
Fresh, sweet maiden, how speak you such words of love advanced, yet yourself, just a budding flower, unplucked, and moistened still, with the morning dew. For mine eyes have pained, in pleasure, upon the sight of thy appearance. But I do keep myself from you, hidden in darkness, and have, under its cloak, dared to venture thus, this far. Pray these sayings be not harsh upon thy gentle nature. What bitterest sorrow, if your face were to turn from me, if I perchance, and come into thy presence, I, the poorest of thy servants.
O' humblest of hearts, how you have refreshened and revived my spirits with your excellent speech. Can such words be storaged in a empty vault? Can a bitter herb, taste of the sweetness of honey? Can such nourishing words, be suckled from a beast? I pray thee, come forth that my very breath may touch thee. Let not my heart be envious of mine ears, which have been favored, by thy sweet music. I beseech you still, kind Sir, venture out into my presence, even, next to me, that I may feel of your warmth.
Fairest maiden, weary not, I pray, of mine words which have
brought me into thy favor, for I be every night here, hidden from thy view,
to wait, to fix my eyes upon thy balcony, that I may steal a glimpse of thy beauty. But alas, I have become careless, and have ventured myself to be caught, even as a thief, for my eyes have coveted of thy beauty to keep it with me, and hold it with me still, even unto my very soul. My eyes have crimed against thee, and have taken, and hid in my soul, of thy very essence.
O' comforting soul, how you have moved me, with your
great words, that my very heart, does now leave its nest, for its' chamber walls can no longer hold it still. I pray thee, return it not to me empty, lest that which has, so swelled me up, be my undoing. For thou has now taken my soul also. How is it, then, that thou do speakest of a crime?
Have I not taken, of that, which I cannot call my own?
Is justice then not blinded, if I escape without a penance? Is thy duty as judge, over thy realm, then not seen by thy subjects, as neglect?
Howbeit then, that thou wilt not put a penance for my crime?
O' Sir, how you do bind me to my duty, with your heavy words. But, I too, have something to confess, for I too, have taken of your words, and do keep them to myself, even unto my very soul. What say you then, of my deed?
O' most worthy maiden, does not the servant serve his king? Have I then, been banished from thy realm, to live in exile? What of my offense, will it go unseen to justice?
O' wise Sir, have I authored, that, which thou wilt call beautiful? For I have heard of the beauty which does abound in nature, and are these things, not authored by the same creator of all.