O marriage-hymns and fire, your power all;
Two bodies tied in one breath.
They marry whom their loves foretell:
- And wedded and sewer to live till next birth!
Their intelligence is lost, eyes are scarlet;
See one and all: - 'they will, ' they thought: -
And they would for seven lives wrought.
Divide grooms' woes and brides' pain
Draw closer and rest with a pleasant cheer,
My Bridegroom ecstasy is like a happy rain,
To wed a bride with, for divine tears.
Hymns, fire, seven rounds, and love happy:
Life-hymns to other, death-bells to me:
O Death, WE are true to one and thee!
Enjoy days bright and pains calmly went,
While love and joys are eternal guest;
How cheerfully the life will spent!
How lovable the festive day's bent!
Oh continue; oh stay here rest,
Together with, life is golden fest,
Sad hours always away; never break this best.
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