He bears fiery arrows of sarcasm on his bare bold bosom, for his willing ignorance of worldly wisdom and morals. He is the best entertainer of the escapists. Follows the route of fragrance during his maniac roaming. Free from all cares, the sole owner of his echoing kingdom. The whole valley is his beloved, who does not flirt. His romance grows manifold through generous reciprocity. He is a penniless sanguine millionaire, Whose permanent guests are four lively seasons. Who are welcomed with unaffected smiles and cheers. He understands the language of serene silence,
Which discloses the secrets of sanctity of human existence. Undergoes a torture of heart, soul and mind. And forgets the cohesion between his flesh and soul. In deep reverence, a conversation develops and the boredom of sin is gone. And hence this poor pagan becomes a moral legislator via purgation. What did you infer ! from your Catholicism and Protestantism, your busy industry and skeptic prostrations? Lo another sage enjoys eternal sleep as an unsung hero, and hovering clouds, rushing springs and melodious roosters whisper through his immortal ears.