Treasure these happy hours of a first, pure love; hold them fast in the chambers of memory, for to every human being there must come, sooner or later, a present so sad and desolate, that the beautiful past is all he has to live upon.

Remember this handsome prince in silence, bid him farewell when he departs to his native country, but beware of hoping to see him again.

The Persians are fickle and inconstant, lovers of everything new and foreign.

The prince has been fascinated by thy sweetness and grace.

He loves thee ardently now, but remember, he is young and handsome, courted by every one, and a Persian.