Gone are the days
Empty is the heart
You know
What empty cups do?
Serve me a cup.
Of her divinity. Of a pristine stream that she is.
As she flows, beauty nestles in her. Sunflower
And bees, I am. As her
Sunness calls me , serves me, oh my sweet lady, a cup, some wine. Bees, come for the wine, she
Serves us here today
Heaven is here, where she is, the god
Loves her too,
In her love, madly, I become a fool