I sing her portrait … when flowers on meadows
Foreheads bow before going with a smile,
I sing her portrait … when hair and garment
Wind preens a groves spring breath –
I sing her portrait …. with little birds morning
When they hum her in the sun without ceasing
I sing her painting, when too happy
My soul, dressed her soul in rainbow,
I sing her portrait, when I chase for her,
When she runs away in the rocky seclusion…
When I goodbye her … when I expect …
When they kiss her … I sing her portrait …!