Just after you accord away your heart,
As an ewe that got its wings to swarga
forevermore forsooth it will depart.
Nowise will it revert from its Mecca.
Still you tire kowtow for it to Casa.
As heart turns keen donee of devotion:
All too well assimilates compassion,
Comports grand and noble in intention.
Facilely it hath learned love's true passion-
Heart that's loved in turn grows elysian.