In some wilderness

Of far forsaken life

Might each kiss blossom

Into a lotus and a Shephali.[2] 

And in the desolate hours

Of loneliness of traveling

In the dusk of despair

One petal of these

Will cheer the vagrant souls

That tread the pathway

Of love's forsaking.

Or, when Death will sow

This Soul of mine

On the lake-shore of sorrow,

Like a weeping willow I will spring,

And with my green tresses

And bending body

Shall shelter secrecy-seeking lovers

That love for an hour,

As our twin hearts today.

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