The sweetness of the night dew settles on your brow
Watch as you pass, how chrysanthemums bow.
Twenty armors and a shield follow you through day
It’s for you that angels carved in ivory pray.
The sun and his rays clasp you in gold
A vestige in heaven honors your mould.
Butterflies drop nectar pristine in your bowl.
Night owls are guided by the glow of your soul.
Orders pass in the higher world to sweep your path clear.
Doves timid hiding are seen when you’re near.
No flame ever quivered when it offered you its light
The moon at your face feels envy and delight.
Harps stir deeper by far when you play
And fairies enchanted laud it a fay.
The world in an embrace holds you close to its heart.
Still knows not, oft asks what thou art, thou art.
