Miles To Go And Miles To Go !

Oh! West Wind where art thou ?
People say, thou art everywhere,
Thou hast not seen her how?
My sweetheart, I find nowhere.

Oh ! Skylark tell my Margaret,
In depth of oceans, in thick of forest,
Wandering out for her sweet heart,
With heart so heavy, no mind to rest.

Oh ! Thou Dark Clouds of the skies,
Hast thou seen my little Margaret ?
Her lock of hair and her blue eyes,
For which for long I do in pain regret.

Oh ! Thou Little Beautiful Moon,
How thou can be so unkind?
Bring my Margaret soon,
Bestow no room to remind.

Oh! Waves, Mountains and Fields,
Come I, Margaret I know,
Nature's treachery that shields,
I have miles to go and miles to go.

Yesupatham Savarimuthu.