My Feeling Is Inconstant

Trust or mistrust, my heart afflicted with the disease of love, The love that brims the feeling in waves of fluctuation, The affection that soars up in heaven and drills down an abyss, Staying love in constant is not my heart's complexion, World of moderation, nurtured and raised I, yet resistance to alteration. Lady, profess not your love because my heart is untameable, Nor I can comprehend though I contemplated much for change, More than tears my heart hurts sometimes, of unfindable reasons, And the saddest spot in the globe is nowhere, but in my heart, Inscrutable I, to receive and take your love is; abhor blunder. Lady, you pure and fair as wings of the fairest butterfly, I, the blossom of the bush, trampled by every living souls with hatred, I deserve not even what I owe, so I shall not entitle your love, Leave! Spread your wings and take a venture, as rose and lotus await you, I am ruined and withered already, so ere conversion of me, leave