See! Oh my love,
These mango groves in our country yard,
Stood up like the Athens.
This night we feel our love, will hold;
And saintly moonlight seemed to reach,
And wash the whole world with tiny drops of rain.
Tiny crystals appear on the leaves.
The nightingales, sings for us,
Only for our love; and
Most passionate earth and intense-
Heaven will pray for us,
Only for our love.
We paled with love, we shook with love,
We kissed so close, we could not vow,
Sits; in the cool breeze; we exchange,
The arrows through heroic mails.
And love was awful in it all.
Oh! Cool white moon light refresh the pulses
Across this garden-chamber, the nightingale sings
Oh, my first last love, our souls and flesh
Surrender to each other
Oh! The dawn is near
And still they sing…
‘The nightingales…’
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