Come to my vineyard, O’ my love,

Spreading the green grass on bed,

From the blossoms and flower buds,

Having arrayed myself in a celestial

bridal costume from head to toe,

Wearing no gold on my *******;

It’s all free for your hands to nurture,

I have been your slave since long;

My body pains for your touch;

My soul gains by your vouch!

I am not your beautiful Queen;  

But, you are my handsome King,

As always, you captured my heart!

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BY
WILLIAMSJI MAVELI