Love-crazy

If I be the dew-drops and moisten your dry lips

in winter white,

Don’t call me crazy, by night!

If I be the way laden with fragrant flowers

in spring delight,

Don’t call me crazy, feel my plight!

If I be the monsoon rains,

and, you’re drenched,

Don’t call me crazy, it’s not my act, vain!

If I be the cider in the tulip glass which licks your lips,

It's me, autumn, melancholy and thanksgiving!

Harvest your love deep and clear,

Don’t call me crazy, dear!