Whenever I have seen that the died fish
Thrown on the shore from their own sea
Or the webbers in their own web finished
And the fellows by themselves their soul did flee
By hopelessness like fallen mansion
They tired or ignorant make their life end
Those my young and forgetted friend

And then my dreams and aims tremble
Inside thier own frame
Upon whom I have dared and shied as bride
And played with her faultfull game
On my promptness like bird of monsoon
And tremble the promises given to my beloved one
In her beautiful eyes forever to hide