Those dark canny conniving eyes,
Razor sharp and arrow pointed,
Cast lightning glances on my heart,
Like an abrupt bolt from the blue,
Jolted my entire existence!

Crystal ball of freshly cut glass,
As delicate as a baby’s toy,
Smashed thus by full force of cannon,
Shattered into countless pieces,
Lay scattered in distress full bound,
In the courtyard of my bosom.

Piece by piece, blood dripped drop by drop;
Beams of light from smithereens lit up;
Covetous yearning surfaced on them;
Hope and despair jointly sprang up;
Pleasure and pain hand in hand appeared;
Tears of bliss and sorrow flickered
On the glistening dewy eyelids.

Gleaming walls of floodlit heartland
Harbored restive passion thenceforth,
Waves of love swelled ever after.