The Pearl/Volume 9/Song.

by Printed for the Society of Vice

Translated from the Hindustani.

Oh when shall I behold, love,
Thy noble manly face?
O when thy neck enfold, love,
Within my close embrace?
All young, and warm, and willing,
O when shall I receive
Those raptures, fierce and thrilling,
Which man alone can give?
As the thirsty pearl shell opes, love,
To imbibe prolific showers,
All, all my bosom's hope, love,
Expect thy vigorous powers;
My dreams are full of pleasure,
Naught else my heart employs,
Come kiss me without measure,
Thou source of all my joys!