Far off from familiar ridges of home
In strain full Diaspora and facing homeward direction
I pine nostalgically away on a high river bridge moan.
In sickly mood and heaving with a steep emotion
Suddenly by a lonely tree tears shed in succession.
Far and wide all day I loiter sadly in the misty gorge.
Amidst river rocks withering with age
To freshen up, doffed, I take a swim for leisure.
Though to sigh we miserably apart without measure,
Though to share we do a devastating common longing sincere;
To see you my waiting dear, with a scarf for gift, by Indian Ocean shore
I am not sure when.
To wed the virgin whose love only stir’s my soul; whom I thorough adore
I am not confident as then.