O my spring!
Every moment with you is a wild ecstasy
I have nothing to cascade, but volume of;
For every warm, for ever painting; for every young, passion of love
To wed peace and pleasure while smacking palms
With a slimy bliss for unforgettable duration…
O my all in all!
I have nothing to present, but a beaker of wine
With delicious taste and matchless kind of blissful pleasure
Let us satiate our love
At the brim with winking beaded bubbles of wine
Till the last drop of unfathomable measure…
O my mellow soul!
Even you can’t perceive my numberless mirth
For being my part like a hemisphere of earth
All my seasons within you are dwell
Ring them darling, with melodious bell
Want to frame you in galaxy of flowers
To gaze you, my bosom, hours by hours.