Joy, a feeling man has,
A creature unknown to him, yet craving for his presence,
Which indeed will answer to his calling.
But when time calls for him,
He never appear in all form,
But a glimpse of him showeth
Their half nature and colour.
Man’s greatest work, putting
A soothe in his friend’s heart.
Season of love, love and condiment
Embodied in natural element.
Science and philosophy knew nothing about him,
despite all their efforts, he comes when he is superfluously required,
not at a time but in his time.