My dear/ a bright star gazed at by my lovely eyes
A present unaffordable leaving traces in the grass and flower sweet
Full blown born with beauty under her wings
Instrument stringed soft young flute corresponding to her amazing scene.
A butterfly winter Loving her a whole summer long
Drinking her lioness mantra with my lover’s dewy moist
Forgetful not her never could help but remember
My bright star now known by mortals all gazed at by unlovely eyes.