Through many of the busy hours,
And idle days in peach flowers,
Murmurs of tunes with such powers,
When music sounds vividness blurs.

Often one that keeps repeating,
Touching where my heart is beating,
Like beauty at the first meeting,
Or angel's kiss during sleeping.

Rhapsody of bright saffron days,
Inspiring in such fruitful ways,
Bliss upon the mental highways,
Music traces of yesterdays!