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 Raiſing her eyes, ſhe ſaid with faultering voice, In ſpite of all misfortunes I rejoice, That my unhappineſs will bring relief, And mitigate my deareft Bekir's grief. Farewell my life, my more than life, adieu, I ſacrifice myſelf to love and you. Robb'd of thy preſence, baniſh'd from thy ſight, Thy image only can afford delight. Soon, very foon, may I reſign my breath, Soon meet the friendly hand of welcome death. I once believ'd, ſaid Bekir, with a ſigh, That death alone could have diſſolved our tie: But fortune, cruel fortune, makes me ſee, The utmoſt rigours of her deſtiny! Live Gulfni, live, and be ſupremely bleſt, Your happineſs contributes to my reſt. On the fond pair the generous Arab gaz'd, And in his arms the weeping virgin rais'd! Mov'd with the ſight, the noble Emir ſaid, Take back the prize, I yield the beauteous maid. Forbid it heaven, that I ſhould e're divide, Two hearts that Cupid has ſo firmly ty'd: Take back your miſtreſs, may you happy be, And in your joyous moments think of me.