An Ode Default
Oh lady! Please wipe thy tears away,
by Instalasi Sastra
And let thy crimson cheek sparkle in hue;
Allow me to make thou happy day by day,
Blissfulness is surely thy heavenly due.
But what a pity! For I not the one for thee,
As my flush of affection turn so frail;
When detestation strife for free,
For love and thee I failed.