Celebrating The Virtue Of King Wans Bride

Hark! from the islet in the stream the voice  Of the fish-hawks that o'er their nests rejoice!  From them our thoughts to that young lady go,  Modest and virtuous, loth herself to show.  Where could be found to share our prince's state,  So fair, so virtuous, and so fit a mate?  See how the duckweed's stalks, or short or long,  Sway left and right, as moves the current strong!  So hard it was for him the maid to find!  By day, by night, our prince with constant mind  Sought for her long, but all his search was vain.  Awake, asleep, he ever felt the pain  Of longing thought, as when on restless bed,  Tossing about, one turns his fevered head.  Here long, there short, afloat the duckweed lies;  But caught at last, we seize the longed-for prize.  The maiden modest, virtuous, coy, is found;  Strike every lute, and joyous welcome sound.  Ours now, the duckweed from the stream we bear,  And cook to use with other viands rare.  He has the maiden, modest, virtuous, bright;  Let bells and drums proclaim our great delight