PLEASE BE PATIENT
In our raptures wild
We lose the celestial grace
Because in our impetuous emotions
We do not remain within ourselves
Although our long suppressed anguish
Is released yet our suffocation
Does not provide any relief
Our swelling heart remains moaning
The green buds of hope do not bloom
And the silent dust corners itself
Our anxious fear keeps on working
And the soft reposes are lapsed
The brimming tears are dropped
While the dewy locks are shaken
So in such a condition it is better
We safeguard our celestial grace
And are not lost in raptures wild!
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