My love, a lost lone sparrow
Has built its nest in your heart
This, like bone and the marrow
Yearns, in you, to be a part

Like a weak vine with its plant
It does with you get entwined
Like poppy on a field grand
Grows; glows; graces gaily gained

Does any tree chase away
Black beetle that lives in it
Don’t the green leaves help it stay
With them, warm and closely-knit

Let your heart – like rare rainbow
Embrace this color black too
No funks of the ethnic foe
Let our holy union woe