Scope

Munificent heart of yours

Couldn't even give me happiness in dribs and drabs.

The resplendent face of yours

Couldn't bring the sheen of glory for me.

Wearing sanguine vermilion and sacred thread, 

You sat in the palanquin of handsome dreams,

And became someone's embellishment,

But my naive soul could never get

Scope to proffer my heart.