Indeed from stream and strike of loving heart I gave myself to life and it to me. It pains not me to mourn when i depart, Upon the hour my life will cease to be. For I am she who sailed on seven sins And learnt and laughed with friend and foe anew. I am the one who re-tuned painful dins When destiny's drums beat my path a strew. 'O dearest life,' said she who smiled with pride, 'You are my best accomplice, yet my woe; You taunt us with deceiving easy ride- O cunning charmer, all our fears you know. Yet such magnificence you do behold When human hearts are sanctioned to unfold.'