I sing through the wind blown
A song from the land unknown
Bewildered if I should rue or rejoice
For I can't hear her voiceless voice
Of her calling me again and again
If I'm crying or laughing in her pride
Of being her my little lovely bride
How shall my song reach unto her ear?
Beyond the Himalayas my heart lays near
For my words are her dreams
And the tune her theme that streams
O wind! My lyrics through thy flute
I blow her message and back her salute
Grays with ages yet young and strong
To hold her bosom where I belong
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