My eye is unacquainted with the taste for the Sight your eye is the knower of Nature’s secret, so what?

My tongue is indebted to the complaint against time; the universe’s rotation depends on your will, so what?

The sky kept me wandering in garden like the breeze’s current; the sky has bestowed the abode over you, so what?

The wealth of your life is free of desire for gain in my heart is the anxiety of loss, so what?

Your planes are flying about in the air my ship is devoid of the sail, so what?

I became strong, so what, I became weak, so what? This happened, so what, that happened, so what?

Tranquillity does not exist to any extent in this rose-garden! If you became spring, and I became autumn, so what?