The Chinese princess:
And our feelings reach a crescendo
When the autumn dances in rain,
Leaving traces on sand – subtle, tender,
Where the princess with golden braids
Whispers tales – oriental, divine,
So that I, entranced by these words,
Enter beautiful gilded shrine,
Finding lodge under shelter of God.
Balmy streams of the pleasant chants
Like a sip of the velvet tea
Make the flavor of music enhanced
With the melodies full of glee…