Which kingdom of effulgence
have You come from,
filling my mind with sweetness?

To pour out the sweetness of affection, You came,
carrying in hand a load of vitality.

Today, in the dry river of my life,
a flood of inexhaustible flower pollen aroused.

My heart is filled with melody,
tune and song,
desiring to make all my own.

Today, my peacock and cuckoo,
with unbound restlessness,
sing along in high pitch.
The stream of melody flows on
in nectarial beauty.