Dampen Me O' Adam's Ale

Wake me o’lover, from this deep incessant slumber,

Spread thou fragrance from mimosas you flow under,

Surrender to me a part of your journey,

And feel me murmur around, every time you hurry.

Artful was the way my granny had bloomed,

My mother often narrated, before she was doomed,

And neither she nor I, have ever felt you near,

She died longing for you and I still do, o’dear.

They say you have no direction,

They whisper you have no ambition,

Still, you choose to have a predefined course,

So far away from my body, yet to my heart, further close.

Envious, of the boats you rustle by,

The chrysanthemums, who, in your arms cry,

I wish I weren’t born in the drought nation, but, couldn’t you just once give it a try,

To heal me before I wilt, I plea you to come,

Brace me o’lover and bequeath yourself to my little one.