2. Love-Lorn

Sitting lazily beneath a banyan bough.
Solitude hath brought thee alive now.
With tearful eyes under my inky brow
The love for thee doth ever grow.

Thy love hath for ever my heart warmed
Like a magical wand that hath charmed..
Thy silky touch hath not me yet balmed.
The love passion hath not as yet calmed,

To love thee forever on earth I was born,
Till Heaven, my love, I will go and mourn.
I’ll snatch thee from God, I have sworn.
O Heaven! Listen the prayer of a lovelorn.