craving for someone is not such crave
that a dead man waits in his grave
loving for someone is not so applause
that I felt after, you, I lost
being in this world, I have thus to bear,
I have sacrificed to you-my soul, eyes and ear.
that soul asks me crying now, saying
where is that heartless! ! ! who has made you so
I simply consolidate my soul saying
'taking my life! she thinks herself happy'
O to the soul! I want that I want her
I can see only one things in her eyes
no matter it might be tears! but of happiness
soul cried! soul cried! hated you for this
even now you have kindness for that fish
at last my soul asked''why this strange incident occur''
I replied, eventually, as my life is within her...