Now comes the day when thou art no more here
To prattle with me rend’ring soft delight
As thy heart knew that mellow joy, clear,
Untainted free from world’s many a plight.

Transcending din of town, thy musical charm
Reached me, raised beguiling mused rhyme
Up the fathomless mind where love was firm
And celebrated rather lovely clime.

Never we thought of extrication of it–
That tone which bound thy soul with tender strings
To mine, for that was promising and fit
For thy gay throat from which May’s music still rings.

Fled away all those from me unaware,
With thee who did to me a new life swear.

The night that breeds dark clouds of rankling dolour
Within azure sky of my mind’s great earth,
Delusive affection of thine enlivened fervour,
Of joy of life and lustre triggers dearth.

Thou rememb’rest those fragrant ways trodden,
Back i’th’ longest journey where spring ablaze
Laid the flowers blown down the wood and burden
Our lives like memories galore in craze.

O Fair! Let me know what paineth thee
Such sheer that thou afflictest thy lord.
Bleak is his heart, contriving ‘nother plea,
It haileth thy love to set the erstwhile concord.

However far thou fleest inflicting pain,
Shalt still thou find a peerless love of no stain.

Poor Tom did not know how to ride,
Encouraged, the first time he tried,
But the horse was mad,
It galloped being glad,
Down the brook letting Tom to glide.

John's verdant garden,
Is fraught with thousands of fruit--
Indeed his burden !

Gone are my days of glory and grandeur,
Cast are my shadows o'th' shackles of life.
Never did I suffer from loss of vigour
With a lesson of mind's wonderful strife.

Methinks i'th' hour of pain thou shouldst remain
With me, and in me thou only takest pity,
For I know thy love for me refuseth to wane,
Whilst in seclusion I mourn for my city.

No, my love, ,my lost glamour isn't lost for ever,
For thou hadst taught me the rules of life the riddle.
Pallid, I ponder to redeem my fervour,
Amidst the howling owl's hideous cuddle.

Stolen days of my success I must find,
In thee--and thy love as my hapless mind.

Thyself it was to heal a heart distress'd,
Thine eyes were on me fixed to blow the pain,
When thou didst fill it lovingly, still ravaged,
Did I redeem the night of loving rain.

Those amative stares I can't recall,
believe me, for I've found my best choice.
Unhurt, a glance upon thee I stole,
For my belle, indeed me, with her love cloys.

She hath the pleasure to love me well enough,
Or a world of love she fostereth in her heart
For me; thou gavest of thine the gentlest bluff,
By playing with me with no fault on my part.

Thou cling'st to sheer agony day by day,
While seest my heart to her I gave away.

The Man is lying naked.
This filthy pavement is his abode.
The Man is emaciated and famishing.
And he never begs for alms,
Proud and conceited.
The road is busier than ever.
No one takes interest in him.
No one catches a glimpse at him.
And a few feign not having seen him at all.

The time fleets on, the cars move on,
The Man is lying naked.

At the first blush, far from being a beggar
Is the Man.
He is well-complexioned with big glamorous eyes.
His face is sleek and his hair shines against
The lustrous sunbeams.
His eyes are gleeful, but mournful is his heart.
Penniless though, his craving for gold is sheer.
He ogles at the gold brought by the people around.
But he never begs for alms,
Proud and conceited.
Then someone nears him and asks who he is.
After much vacillation, he dismisses his taciturnity.
“Mankind is my name”, he replies.

The time fleets on, the cars move on,
The Man is lying naked.