Breeze: I could not find access to tracts where stars like pendent lamps do shine tearing vest of tulips and the rose was main and foremost duty mine.

I feel an inner urge so great to bid farewell to home and depart for joyful songs of nightingale, no zeal or zest to me impart.

O dew, God's will has made you know full well, both park and heavens high what i's more precious in your eyes, the dust of park or dome of sky?

Dew: If thorns and straws of worldly mead to cause a tension in you fail, then bear in mind, this lonely parks for heaven's dome is like a veil.