For a cup of tea,
Under the pretext of seeing her,
Went I to her house,
Saw her cursorily
And fell in love
With her.
Saw her coming
With a cup of tea
Into the hands of hers,
The curls coming over
The fair face
And she coming with a cup of tea.
My relatives had been
In the hope of
Getting the dowry,
But said I,
This cup of tea is
My dowry.
I liked the girl,
Loved her
With a cup of tea standing before
And I seeing her cursorily,
My love,
Hidden from the world.
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