Word is it that he is gone
No more he walks by that lane
No more he whistles by your window
All that you found inappropriate
He went away with a broken heart
And I did not hear the songs, as he passed by,
Which he was so accustomed to stroll with
His face white against the crimson rays
Did not glow anymore with tickling blood
In such a way the quiet seeped into his veins
You can live in your world happily
Which is no lesser than a cage
Now that nobody would ask you
To walk out