O darling! Get ready to be drowned in vast water,
You need tuition on Love to the extreme greater.
Sweet heart! You better be flower in lieu of boy,
No one will offend you or play ploy.

I'll make you flower crown on my head,
You'll beseech to be necklace instead.
No, no! I'll never make you necklace, dear,
No matter I see you painfully shedding tear.

You are now my flower, outcome of long meditation,
You are wrong that I'll be led by your dictation.
I'll make garland as my choice,
And will take revenge and rejoice.

O my Love! What are you thinking unnecessarily?
Look! I am angel dancing in the sky fabulously.
I'll break your hypocrisy obviously,
And give you knowledge of Love only.

Don't think I'll be fainted by flowery strikes,
It's very funny that I'll be frightened by flower spikes.
How will you feel being a soft flower, boy?
All the time you'll keep smiling and I'll enjoy.