An Ode For Weeping Lady
Poem By Instalasi Sastra
Oh though I’m nobody for thee,
It hard for me to see;
When tears pour’d from thy eyes,
My bosom prays for thousand remedies [A solemnity to make thou happy]
My sweet lady don’t thou hide thy smile,
And thy affability that mesmerizes me;
Exile all thy anguish for million miles,
A zestful resurrection for bliss I wish to see.
I’m one of those who revere thee,
A secret admires better unknown;
Thy sensitivity can reveal the image of me,
And all beauteous secret will be known.
Oh my wish comes true,
To see thee cheerful in bliss;
Thy beauty refresh’d and sparkled in hue,
Heavenly boon ours heart will surely kiss.
Farewell, it’s time for me to cast off,
No right for I to embrace thee;
Although a glimpse of romance have knock me off,
Perhaps thou and I are not meant to be