Once I was hastily on my foot,
In the toils of life to take root.
A melodious song halted flowing into ears,
Yet nothing was meaningful that hears.
Looking for the melodist none was there,
In the landscape
where green was rare.
Never I chanced before to hear such,
That I tried best to gather much.
My eyes did eagerly move around,
It was a silver pigeon that I found.
Having no notice of me she went on singing,
The madrigal made in my heart real feeling.
She whether describing the sunset in the west,
Or longing the proximity of the dear for rest.
The melody echoed where she did perch,
The burning sky-eye was on the wretch.
The earth bestowed breath with charm,
Making her feathers shudder that were calm.
Glittered her eyes as she sang,
Having unknown the feeling of pang.
She must be sure of the temporal life,
That we misuse in the pretty inn unsafe.
Hero makes senseless life feasible,
Zero shrinks from thinking feeble.
Drifting me into reverie of the gutter,
With no notice of mine she did flutter.
I lost myself in brooding on in the valley,
Then into the darkness I made a sally.
The black light had fallen over the earth,
That had taken away all our mirth.
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