O love! I don't bother,
Let me be splitting rather.
Nonetheless I need not you,
To give my heart illusory hue.

I will escape this universe,
Let me be more and more terse.
Don't call me O rippling brine!
Can Human heart really be shrine?

Let blue bird make nest in gaiety,
I will tell moon to give light in bounty.
As a poet, I am not sad by pains,
O bird! Glean glean happy grains.

In spite of your benumbing gaze,
I won't make love as my living camouflage.
O stars! Twinkle at nights morbid,
As the mirage in desert arid.