May the tree of virtue, my dear Aza, for ever spread his shadow over the pious citizen who received from my window the mysterious tissue of my thoughts, and delivered it into your hands. May Pacha-Camac lengthen his days, as a reward for his merit in conveying to me heavenly pleasures with your answer.

The treasures of love are open to me; and I draw from them a joy that delights my soul. While I unravel the secrets of your heart, my own bathes itself in a sea of perfumes. You live, and the chains that were to unite us are not broken; such a degree of happiness was the object of my desires, but what I did not dare to hope.

Whilst I abandoned all thoughts for myself, my fears for you distracted me. But you restore me to myself again. I drink large draughts of the sweet satisfaction of pleasing you, of being praised by you, of being approved by him I love. But, dear Aza, while I enjoy these delights, I do not forget that I owe to you all that I am. As the rose draws its brilliant colours from the rays of the sun, so the charms which please you in my spirit and sentiments, are borrowed from your luminous genius; nothing is mine but my tenderness.

If you had been a common man, I had remained in that ignorance to which my sex is condemned; but you, disdaining to be the slave of custom, broke through the barrier, in order to make me worthy of yourself. You did not suffer a being like your own, to be confined to the humble advantage of only giving life to your posterity: It was your pleasure that our divine Amutas should adorn my understanding by their sublime intelligence. But oh! light of my life, could I have resolved to give up my tranquil ignorance, and engage in the painful employment of study, had it not been for the desire of pleasing you? but for a desire to merit your esteem, your confidence, your respect, by qualities which strengthen love, and which love renders pleasing, I had been only the object of your eyes, and as such, absence would have already effaced me out of your remembrance.