Parrot words sweet plunge in nascent passion
Peacock dance, delights dawn pleasant nature,
Nightingale tunes great draws crescent notion
So heart haunts mine fiancée fragrant rapture.

Butterflies need wear not those fine garments
Silver white clouds, gleeful to dawn-dusk sky,
Lightening, gulps gloom to aglow glint sights
Summer showers fetch mirth of zephyr gaiety.

Brook curves, valley steeps thrilling at hilltop
Water falls and thick fog feast dreaming eyes,
River-sea submerge gleeful gaze into sea deep
All fetch not solace, still soul seeks new ways.

Heart likes to taste warm breath of my fiancée
Soon, wedlock needs to stand true brave fiancé.