What are the bees whispering in the garden
with their buzzing?

What is that music
that is not lost in the desert,
overflowing with rhythm and melody,
filled with all the colours and fragrance of the earth?
Sitting amidst all of this,

I keep threading my garlands,
filled with all the sweetness of life.

The nectar hidden in the flower,
the fragrance buried in the pollen,
the love deep in my heart
awakening all of these,
I keep on singing,
surpassing the strings of the lyre.

And what are the bees whispering in the garden
with their buzzing?