Beloved, in thy nature I often do find, the waves of the

wildest whirlwind; but, for the ineffable coolness of the Malaya

breeze that doth abide in thee, I gladly bear with them.

Beloved, in thy nature I often do find, the whirlpools that

surge and stifle; but, for the gentle spray of the tiny rivulet

dancing in thy heart, I gladly bear with them.

Beloved, in thy nature I often do find, the scorching

hot-winds of the angry Sun; but, for the refreshing shade

of the tender mango-blossoms deep down in thy heart, I gladly

bear with them.

Beloved, in thy nature I often do find, oceans of brine

that parch the tongue; but, for thy nectar-seas of unimagined

sweetness, I gladly bear with them.