Oh, that’s my agony, my shame
The biggest pride, the biggest blame,
The reason why in summer night
Instead of calm, I feel the fight.
I can't believe it's only start:
Mind firstly stands apart from heart.
No peace for large and dirty soul
When it’s inside a little coul.
Where’s this coul? Oh, guess, the friend.
Not where rivers make their bend.
Don’t seek it where roses bloom,
Or hardly sinks the light of moon.
No wonder, it’s on Beauty’s neck.
She can upraise me or upcrack.
The best of jokes of Heaven’s Land
That my life's in her little hand.