To my heart up to the core
I want thee dear!
Many a songs have I sung for thee
With a silent tune which echoed hope.
When 'll you come upon me
To shower your graceful glee?
When 'll reach me dear
To deliver the gift of mercy?
The insolent night grows thick
The gloomy sky grasps the hands of silence
The awful solitude swallows my joy
The twinkling stars spiff up the mighty sky
Oh!sleep, my close bosom friend!
Why you left me alone in the bed?
Why you delay to embrace me?
I yearn thee for your finger touch
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