Songstress of melodies divine,
Seven-hued days and seven-sung nights are thine.
With blossoms adorned, my path of colors I’ll spread,
Each morn, new clouds shall form a sky’s canopy overhead.
Not pearls on my throat, nor jasmine’s fragrant necklace,
On my skin, I’ll apply the soft moonlight’s embrace.
Take a tuft of dusky hair from the dusky sea,
And draw the arc of a bow upon a fair maiden’s brow.
Two earrings like rainbows, each a golden delight,
Two circlets of light, in a tender bud’s flight.
A crimson mark on her radiant, glowing brow,
A saffron strand shall grace her hair, beautiful as now.
With a dark cloud as the kohl of her eye,
And a full moon’s breath as her sigh,
In the embrace of the Malaya breeze, she shall sway,
Breathing in its fragrant air, she’ll start a new day.
On her forehead, a vermilion dot so bright,
Shall bloom like a lotus in the soft moon’s light.
With dark waves in her ear, and a heart’s gentle plea,
Her breath shall be the breeze from the Malaya sea.
Oh, the moon, where two enchanting nymphs shall play,
Their rosy cheeks in gentle kisses’ ballet.
Let your slanting arrows adorn my tender heart’s bow,
And let the youth and the serpent in their charm enthrall.
I shall weave your abode in the world of my dreams,
Where the earth will be different, and so will the sky’s themes.
Every day, in the realm of my imagination’s flight,
I’ll bring something new, in the softness of the night.
From the buds of the dusky sea, I’ll gather some dew,
And in the moon’s glow, she’ll dance in splendor, it’s true.
From the chariot of dawn to the gentle night’s spell,
In your presence, dear blossoms, my tales I shall tell.
In the land of endless dreams, where we’ll reside,
Even in the water, you’ll remain pure, not aside.
I’ll draw a river in your deep lap so vast,
Where the water is clear, and your lotus will last.
Beyond the realm of naked fingers, we’ll make our home,
Where the water won’t touch you, as you gently roam.
Though your feet may touch, you’ll remain ever free,
With your ethereal beauty, my world’s tapestry.
I’ll wash you with my songs, declare you as my own,
In the world of your fragrance, my love shall be shown.
In the embrace of the dawn, when morning does break,
In your beauty’s presence, I’ll forever partake.
In the land of desires, my wealth I shall pour,
You shall live in the world, as a flute to adore.
The flute of enchantment, in which you will stay,
With life’s melodies, you’ll enchant night and day.
A flute that resounds, with melodies so rare,
In the world of your beauty, beyond compare.
The hunger for life’s nectar, the thirst for its wine,
In the verses of your songs, they shall intertwine.
When you play your tune, and the melodies soar,
The world will listen, with hearts that implore.
As you play your songs, and the tears freely flow,
With every note you sound, like a fiery glow.
When you play your tune, and the tears cease to weep,
The world will rise, from its slumber so deep.
With every note you sound, like a rising sunbeam,
In the world of your music, love’s eternal dream.
The world will surround you, with its clamor and cries,
But the gift of your music, you’ll never despise.
In the world of your melodies, you shall reside,
And your songs shall forever in our hearts reside.
In the embrace of your beauty, we shall find our way,
In the gentle touch of your music, night and day.
Oh, blossoms, dear blossoms, in your presence, we stand,
Entranced by your beauty, in this enchanting land.
In the land of your dreams, where the world shall spin,
Every day, new tales of enchantment begin.
When you touch the buds of the dusky sea,
In the soft moon’s glow, you’ll find eternity.
In the land of your dreams, where the world shall sway,
With every note you play, in night and day.
Oh, blossoms, dear blossoms, in your presence, we find,
A world of enchantment, in your melodies entwined.
