Thou art a beautiful hymn,
Sung by almighty him;
make with his sincere care,
hast he thee, my lady fair.
For thou art his divine soul,
Sent has he, for sole
Reason to be, always mine,
And make my heart forever thine.
Know not thou, Oh my love,
For me, art thee, I for thou;
Only time, shall let you know,
What has he, in mind for thou.
And thence, shall love thou,
As I love, do you now;
Wot shall, then thee,
Love is but, a pain sweet
02: 15 09/08/07
Hyderabad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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