Adieu! O new bride; canny conch tells-
You're married to whom you love in spell
Your pure heart-so uplifted anew tonight
You and bridegroom-sail lives on might.
God bless, -the path of lives must be plane
If you stay clung, or never you disdain
Each-other, and your hands caress other
In this crooked world to let Him not bother.
Adieu! O new bride; uranian conch urges-
Its just a creed, -forever you try to merge
Yourselves, into loving ambrosia or throng
Of cordial family-to let their touch live long.
I'm not undismayed, as the task undertaken by you,
Its prone on your side to make the world renew;
O new bride! let your womb be full of light
Let the one, plunging into the green world, be bright.
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