Although love thrives,
Thy art not discernible,
Dear, I shall never have thee all
I have spent, inadequate treasures:
Sighs, oaths, and tears!
Do I look like a speaker so eloquent?
Thy soul and chastity!
The most exquisite cheeks so radiant!
Nevertheless, love and scarcity,
For whom I die?
Dark terrace, a venus peek, love revive,
I rubbed my eyes,
Thy silhouette too denies;
Am I a traitor?
And heavenly drops are knights,
Losing thee, intense fear,
Hatred of lustrous starry perilous nights,
A bird has been shot;
By an arrow of hatred,
Falling from the skies,
Like a kite with no strings attached!
Before you I never knew of angels.
This place never was colourful fair of bangles.
Before you I never knew of angels!