Meadow Flower

She is close to my own heart,

 Like a meadow-flower to earth;

She is so sweet to me

as sleep is to tired limbs.

My love for her is my life

Flowing in its fullness,

Like a river in autumn flood,

Running with serene abandonment.

My songs are one with my love,

like the murmur of a stream,

That sings with all its waves and tides

BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI