With freshness in the air, when love seems so divine;
Two separate souls, with love are combined.
Trembling through the monsoon, the souls shield each other
Will quake not for love, when hindrances appear.
Taking gaily each sorrow, as a love’s favour
Obstinate and undaunted, though wise men call it queer.
Swear to every path is made, regardless to remain twain,
Challenges even the Gods with no fear to desolate.
Through the glen it enters, as affection dwindles,
Corrupt and unkempt, wistfulness lingers.
Pillars are wavered, which cause requisite love to creep
When blossoms but only vein, misunderstanding turns heap.
Those loving favours, all is now a debt,
A painful truth, hidden the world has kept.