A Kite's Serene Abode
He is the ascending kite, I am the governing string
Swaying in the azure sky, like blooms of the spring
Effulgent and exquisite like the Canopus bright
I am the governing string, he is the ascending kite
He soars higher with explicit dreams, jubilant in success
The world beneath his wings, he perceives with fervent largesse
Drenching in the melody of fantasia streams
Jubilant in success, he soars higher with explicit dreams
Amid turbulent tempests, he knows I am his serene abode
A profound certitude, in him I have bestowed
Enduring morale and virtues, for him my bequests
He knows I am his serene abode, amid turbulent tempests