The moment, when I was dying for you,
The moment, when I was crying for you.
And my liver was burning by the acid,
You were mum, solemn and placid.
Then you came up to me, as a great saviour,
What you did, that really changed my behavior.
Devoid of it, I would have turned into rabid,
And then my poetry could also be invalid.
Whatever you did to me, was a great occasion,
And my adversity had been defeated by that invasion.
Now I think, why did you care about me?
It was a great love, and didn't you see?
I'm beholden by your chivalrous noble deed,
That made another day of my life, to lead.