Origin of the Kaminee Flower (Jatindra Mohan Tagore)

A maiden fair once loved a youth,

To win his smile she ever sighed,

But false she found his plighted truth,

Of broken heart the maiden died.

The Love-God's breast with pity warmed,

And now for once himself he blamed,

Into a flower the maid transformed,

And sweet Kaminee it was named.

And evermore alone at night,

It weeps full many a dewy tear,

But fades and falls ere dawn of light,

Lest faithless man approach it near.