There is no one like Hadassah to me,
No matter how pretty she may be,
I have won the only place in her heart,
Where only death can do us 'part.

There is no one like my love to me,
No matter how plain she may be,
I have traveled all o'er the land,
Even been to England,
But, there is no one like my love to me.

When I first met you years ago,
I had this strange, strange feeling,
But I knew not what it meat at the time,
Then I hated you for it, why?

Because courage failed me,
The contents of my heart burdened me,
And the fiery look in your eyes frightened me more,
Such powerful beauty wrapped in simple tastefulness;

And after all these years,
I still feel these things in my heart,
So, the day you looked at me with equal interest,
Everything exploded, everything! Into one amazing love story.

Kings have fought for it,
Paupers have died for it,
While many live for its heat,
Others will end up deadbeat.

When I first met you years ago,
I had this strange, strange feeling,
I knew no what it meat at the time,
But I hated you for it, why?

Because courage failed me,
The contents of my heart burdened me,
The fiery look in your eyes frightened me more,
Magical beauty wrapped in simple tastefulness;

And after all these years,
I still feel these things in my heart,
And when you looked at me with equal interest,
Everything exploded into a million lovely pieces.

Many moons of dust and drought,
Banished by refreshing rushes,
Cool cataracts cascading, crashing,
Monsoon melodies waking winged *******.

On either side of backward mountain,
Lay two valleys impeding any kind of success,
On this side the people of state are too hungry and angry,
The oppressors of state are gluttons, too satisfied to lift a finger on the other side.