Classic Poem

Nothing have I achieved, Thus all is wasted, only regrets remain.
I offered not my head, nor drank the drops of love.
Alas, what have I done?
Not with His colour dyed, nor drunken with love's nectar, no song upon my lips.

I found not my love, fulfilled my own desires, and nothing was accomplished.
I, I, am sore dismayed; my hope is all in Thee. Cries Dadu Das.