For Thee I Vow
What boon so precious than love,
by Instalasi Sastra
Every single heart surely feels it so dear;
Bliss and woe murmur within love,
Bids the eyes to spills a tears.
And yet thou love but never beloved,
Thou unprecious for love but love so precious for thee;
Let thy purer heart strove,
And lead thy adorn life to me.
My pledge for thee in the vow of love,
When amorous page makes me shine and fly;
Into the heaven in the wings of dove,
Indeed, I will never makes thou cry.