The sun rose,

O, like a blooming flower,
Its birds froze the chirps ,
Pouring thee the living power,
Through days it grabs
The sweets of thy beauty,
Thus shines them all
As in needs of equality,

As moon and stars
Resembles thy eyes,
With swift of winds
Swaying thy soft fine hair,
Thee slid the warmth,
Through air cold as ice,
Too, captured all hearts,
Keep them off despairs,

With the love thou hath,
And with care as cleft,
The days and nights
As we both recite,
Would serve thee
The sweet night sleeps,
With cutest dreams to sweep.