When did it seep through the deserted mind br That grasps the soul of youthful solitude? br The seeming stance that wakens bliss br That finds the truth that lasts in its midst br br When did it waken the spirit of life br That clutches the thread of truth that bares? br The streaming sadness of separation br That rules the existence for one that rares br br When did it sow the maze of trust br That raves and rants the sordid air? br The captured spirit of mind of youth br That spirals from root to show it caresbr br mandara pookalbr br