The strong wind blows from mountings,
The wasp wheels round a bunch of grapes,
With clanking wings!
The eagle wheels under the clouds
Flying in his habitual way
Looking out for the suitable prey!
Hunting birdie,
The snake twines round a tree
And ivy twines round a window,
But the hand of young man,
True gentleman,
Cannot wind around the girl's waist,
His sun light,
Try as he might!
Therefore the young man,
Suffers from the absence of love,
From the absence of the tender dove!
Is it the life?
Hence it's the life without sense!
But the happiness does not come,
However you call it, by gum!