A lily truth herself, a soul so pure,
who gets amused just by the sight,
of humble lilies of her courtyard;
Swaying during day, smelling during night.
You’re a monk of your cloister
contemplating with your lilies;
These simpletons are glorified
by your pristine presence and your smiles.
Every spring, news of its first bloom
she shares with people, she loves;
Every time overpowered by ecstasy
when she counts their blooms.
Love you for the simplicity you’ve,
adore you, as you’ve many folds;
May the stardust rain over your lilies!
Paint them all from peach to gold!
You’re an oasis in the desert of life,
your aura has gilded your lilies;
You’ve given them reasons to smile
without you, they’d have been just lilies.
They’re as thrilling as their fragrance,
and you’re a sober queen of your mansion;
These peachy pages are from your almanac.
May your reign lasts, forever in your Sahn!
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April 10, 2018