Half the way I tangled to her
More or less I loved her, and should be
Oh, petty much it were a dream
It was much to see heart and be
A lover to lover kind.

The road, taken in, not so short
The rose, withered, not so faulty
A mind, loving, not so fragile
A pretty grace, a pretty one
When lover be a lover
Or seek itself a mind.

A sea seeks beauty in beach
And a beach in a sea always
Ye, face to face they be
In a brief indulgence
Not so stingy, not so griefy.

A better love, a better life
A life, to unmoss a mossy stone
Or to see the Sun in East
Or to let the heart, to be in cruelty.

Now let me tell, O!
What if I love her
Or not she seeks herself in me
What if coconut loves water
And water loves him not
Or denies to be in his heart
Or stay live-long with him.
It's better to be in defiance
Yet I will be alive...