Calcutta nr. 450
All verdure grows over other verdure O Saki
Every rose has rose-water in its body O Saki
The blood of the bough is broken by kind heaven
When will our penitence be proper O Saki.
The heavens above from clouds shower eglantine,
You 'd say that blossoms rained upon the green.
In lily cups I 'll turn rose-colored wine.
Since, violet-hued, the clouds pour jessamine.