'twas the scorching sun shalt embrace 
With civet's blossom, it continuate
Wherefore thee mysteriously banish?

For I betoken to mouse-hunt ye

Hast the orb of light oft shine 
E'en it acknown of its despair
Nay! it guides us toward our lover

Drunkenly and wobbly walking toward thee

Dost the sun amercing us 
Due to our misgiving of love
Nay! it amerce to those who've lost

Hence I really wished to return whence you came from

As thy body is away from me
My heart wast devastated
In your whimsical disappearance

I've became drunk for longing ye