In the magnolia garden,
with the southern breeze,
You came today
with Your rhythmic songs.

All pangs of loss,
all disappointments,
All weaknesses
have been forgotten.

On the path of movement,
filled with memories,
in the moving swing
of hopes and disappointments,
You played Your flute of love
and filled everything with Your sweetness.

In the flowing stream of divine light
You have manifested Yourself in endless ways.

Central idea:
You have come into this world with the resonance of music, in endless ways. You have
manifested Yourself in innumerable styles and forms with rhythmic sweetness and beauty,
and all pangs of loss, all disappointments and weaknesses have been forgotten. According
to Your wish, because of Your unfathomable kindness, we have been able to know You, hear
You and see You in these endless ways. If You had not wanted it, how could we have
attained You? What else can I call it except Your grace?