The night becomes so dark with the fright of demon,
The days do truly shine with her glow,
And the monsoon shies with the meadows blew.
The sweetness and the tenderness of the gloom,
The blinking and then flowing of the light,
Gives me a true shine,
It lightens the breath in me,
And makes me little as light.
The world becomes so beautiful with its presence,
Juxtaposing this makes the strength in me.
The flowery gloom with sweet summer,
The sprouting bud with an immense beauty,
It makes me high and low the same time,
The tender, sweet and peaceful life.
Once more you come and make me princess,
Otherwise the world will sue and make me slave,
With you my prince I’ll be the queen.
This world and its people will fill the dark,
The immense beauty comes with the sweetness of the world.
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