Hey boy! You are my grasshopper
Very restless speedy,
To lay in the field myself
Like grass I am ready.

You will be mistaken thinking me
Grass-flower and *****,
Again and again you will touch me
Not realising my trick.

You will move in the air
Being excited,
And will regret for being
Grasshopper of six-footed.

Being frustrated you will resort to
Trees full of thorn,
You will lose your beauty having pricked
And feel forlorn.

O sweet boy! My grasshopper
Come near,
I will be green field and love you
Immensely, dear.