Flower is weeping
A wicked sipped her all nectar forcibly
Left nothing for her beloved
She is in distress,
What she’d tell her beloved.
The beloved, made her to blossom
Sung so many songs days and nights
Made her to smile days and nights
Wrapped around his warm chest
Beautified her with full care and love;
Is now shedding tears days and nights
That made every dew crimson.