Say, do you love me, love me,
Said she in tears,
Wiping them with one hand
And eye-lashes wet with, splashed with tears,
Saw I them slowly and sadly.
Say, do you love me, love me,
Asked she tearfully
And I could not,
I love you, love you,
I love you.
I just saw, saw the tears coming down,
Teardrops falling down,
The cheeks smeared and wet with
And just a stone stood I
Viewing her.
How heartless and cruel had I been,
Now think I
That went she on saying,
Do you love me, do you love me
And I flirting with love.
How rocky and stony looked I,
My heart laden with rocks and stones
And as a frozen and fossilized fellow
Stood I
Hearing her sobs and cries!
And this is how, after her departure,
Have I started hating myself
And confessing,
How bloody and brutal
Had I been in my love to her!
And it is repentance, expiation that
My love I have not found so far,
Still now go about searching
That love, that face, that soul and heart,
That face-cutting asking me frequently, quite innocently,
Do you love me, do you love me?
Say, do you love me?
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