On the parched face of earth

Where died, my joy and mirth

I recollect the residues of love

For existing beneath and above

The seeding of our joy

Starving for water with continuous cry

My tears are enough to water

The dead plant, to alter

It’s doomed! O’ my fire maid

Give me power to fade

The presence of mixed wind

Like two hearts under a skinned

Body of a beauteous flower

Before the approaching of death hour