Edgen's Daughter

A half-witted I was to sleep at spring time 

In walnut tree; when wind was sweet and cool.

In asleep My lily hands have been tied 

And was made to drink an unsweetened fruit. 

A half-witted I'm, some savage; entered my hortus.

And stealth my chameli; when 

I was in asleep.

Mouth sealed off; a hesitant to fight back.

This a melancholy; that struck me deep.

No more smile; no more time to play with Moon

A half-witted, I was to sleep at spring-

Tide, now scary-scary; 

I set alone 

Recalling the days of chameli; at evening--