At Golgotha i met my lover,
But hatred came and took her away!
Because, the land was full of stories.
Oh pleasures of earthly things! !
Of the ascetic mystic of her love;
But the resurgence came in,
And my mind is full of sorrow today.
Oh that i could expose the inaccuracies!
But the legends were there to satisfy my muse;
With canonical writings to send to my lover.