Oh, Leander

Do you know, how your

Hero is smitten with your golden locks?

Pointed nose, arched eye brows

Angular jaw and high cheek bones

That add Zing to the ruddy skin

You seem not to be far from me

Why ‘re you gone with a finger’s touch?

What harm did I do to you, mirror?

Not showing me in my presence

For, I can’t stay here for long

Why is the day standing long?

And the night falls too short

To be like a wind-driven cloud

That moves swiftly across the sky,

The long-lone hours that warn me of

To the lane, in a hurry to light your way on

'Tis too late to make my way

For, you are from Hellespont to the Tower

With your long breath and sticky curls

Alas! My tension knows no bounds

If I don’t see you here by me

In darkness, with the silver moon light

Uf, what has happened to your sunny locks?

Let me towel them down from the salt

‘Tis painful to feel your smelly brawn

‘Tis painful to stand long for you by the lawn

With a long drawn face

And wrinkles pronounced

Hoping against hope for a nightly glance

Oh God! When will you answer me?