I fear to love and fake my rising go.
I hate my mate in what I cannot care
I turn by going where I have to flow

We shrink by healing.what is near to sow
I fear my healing chance from one to pair
I fear to love and fake my rising go.

Of that so tied between us, which is true?
Hate guess the right! I shall knock gently there,
And turn by going where I have to flow

Love takes the glee; but who can spell us how?
The lovely Mujnu rhymes up a shining pair
I fear to love and fake my rising go.

Fake culture has another thing to boo

To you and me; so break the timely share,
And, humbly, turn by going where to flow.

This making keeps me ready. I should grow.
What calls hate is always. And is here
I fear to love and fake my rising go.
I turn by going where I have to flow.