the wind shook some blossoms from the trees
the heavy lilac-blooms with their clustering stars
moved to and fro in the languid air
a grasshopper began to chirrup by the wall
here she rest on the 22nd level,
fate had in store for her
exquisite joy and exquisite sorrows
swirl of stairs lay below
willing to catch her anytime
but it's too late for her to give up
to reach the top of the roof
so for now,let her indulge in her sleep
on the bed of love,lose her way
in the dream world,a sweet dream world
