Rich clouds shower love's rain

Upon thirsty lands of lovers minds

Seeding, ripening for the fertile flock

Comes her face; her charming features

O nature! Why you play with the sleeping ones?

One falls for you, the other for trapping love

Where is the savior?To whom do we pray?

Bitter means of deceit and corruptions play

With our minds and souls, hearts and bodies

Love is pure deceit: I shout nature- Both to blame