I wanted to have a glimpse
Of you my lord
Through the better corner of my eyes
But my lord
The neighbours say that
I am prying on you

I may not please be mistaken my Lord!

I want to blush upon the trees
On their bare branches
Consoling them for their nude stances during autumn days
But my heart cries at me
As if I am bluffing you in disguise
I am not to be taken for a ride for this my Lord!

I desire to paint your picture in delight my Lord!
On the spread canvas I possess
But my mind yells at me
As if I am blotting your name and fame
I am not to be mistaken my Lord!