Which far off place are You a swan of,
coming to this land?

You wear a golden cap on Your head
and spread wide both Your wings.

Amidst the lake's waters,
the shade of the tree
and the gentle, sweet and cool breeze,
which country's colourful dream,
do You draw in Your mind?

As the broad daylight falls on mountains,
so does the effulgence of love linger on Your face.
Near it, You make Your own home.