All English Sonnets
You want to run my life, I in turn,
Enrage you by my independent ways,
Oh! Brahmin all your rituals are stern,
We agree to disagree and the days.
Go fleeting like the lightening, tell me why,
I should not plunge in pleasures unrestrained,
And with contentment unrestricted sigh,
And to my blissful act be enchained.
I do not interfere in affaire,
Where God hood is involved, leave alone,
your person so uninsured in pious prayers,
To world’s need appease and sins atone.
I agree you are made of sterner stuff,
But for me worldly pleasures are enough.