The boatmen shout, 'tis time to part,
No longer can we stay;
'Twas then Mimuna taught my heart
How much a glance can say,
'Twas then Mimuna taught my heart
How much a glance can say.
With trembling steps to me she came,
Farewell, she would have cried;
But ere her lips the words could frame,
In half-formed sounds it died.
Through tear-dimm'd eyes beamed looks of love,
Her arms she round me flung;
As clings the breeze on sighing grove
Upon my breast she hung.
My willing arms embraced the maid,
My heart with rapture beat,
While she but wept the more and said,
"Would we had never met!"