My Sweet fairy came down from no-where
And had her signs left everywhere
leaving me in trance, why?
I see her grace in the moon above
I see her glance in the evening star
I find her image floating in the sky.
The 'Mallika' has stolen her smile
The cloud has stolen the shadow of her hair
And the birds are still imitating her tune subtle
I, the unfortunate, now sitting empty-handed-
A beggar heavy hearted bereft of joy.
A grey beard is a trespasser though weeping
On the fairy land, I'm told; yet, but
An old has no bar to think and dream.
And so, in the gloom of pain I paint
A lively beauty of yours, My darling
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