My garland of love, lest it shatter and fall,
Beloved, return, I implore, hear my call.
My garden of passion, lest it wither and fade,
Beloved, return, lest my heart be betrayed.
When you vanished from sight, all my lanterns grew dim,
Grew dim in the shadows, a sorrowful hymn.
The blossoms I held, now become burning coals,
Burning embers that pierce at the depths of my soul.
My boat on life's waters, lest it sink and drown,
Beloved, return, lest despair be my crown.
My garland of love, lest it shatter and fall,
Beloved, return, I implore, hear my call.
Like a madwoman lost, I call out to you,
Each moment, each second, my longing rings true.
My heart blooms with hope, while my eyes pour the rain,
The monsoon's wild tears, echoing pain.
My vessel of sorrow, lest it founder and sink,
Beloved, return, from the desolate brink.
My garland of love, lest it shatter and fall,
Beloved, return, I implore, hear my call.
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