'Tis love which makes the elephant forget

'Tis love which makes the elephant forget

Weary with toil, my soul seeks sweet repose

Yet far from home, no comfort is there to find

My mind at journey's end resumes command

To cast unshadowed doubt (one might suppose)

Our zealous pilgrimage fo sorts unkown

Varied states of enduring discontent

Lead my mind and soul to mortal clatter

Lo thus, my heart ascends the royal throne

And like the thief woh borrows not, but takes

The lover who invokes a jealous rage

With vulgar thoughts spoke venomous in tone

Creates a trembling air, which ultimately quakes

Forgive me not for harboring roguish ways

Not for crude language from a brutal tongue

'tis love which makes the elephant forget

So guilty am I, myself, love shan't acquit