Do not cry, Ma!

A pearlescent glimpse of thine eyes, Maa

I pray so it shall only pour out its glee and never glum, O God

When the honeycomb dripping dance from your brow wears dumb

I am besieged by an army of hysteric hybla-bees

They sting me draining out all my happiest dews of honey

That your littlest of smiles sole gifted me peace.