To the world, she was a leaf myrtle,
Spreading love clear and crystal;
Though the world be a tree cypress,
Spreading, agony and causing heart to depress.
Me leading life dry barren,
Wet my life with her love monsoon;
In my life she became a lotus,
Like in the desert a living cactus.
Without her company my life was grotesque,
Now every passing thwaite became picturesque;
With her then left to an isolated Thorpe,
Spend my last days growing flowers harvesting crop.
With her life became a flushing meadow,
Over green pastures traveled with her like a shadow;
Finally reclined besides her on the heavenly chariot and rode,
Till reached to be together forever in the heavenly abode.
