Waves of the soft spring wind
Love's flood tide is rising full
The moon of love is rising full
Sea of beauty.
The moon of love is rising full
Love's flood tide.
Some laugh, some weep, some dance for joy.
My mind craves nectar day and night.
Like a blue lotus floating on the sea of love.
Lingering in ashantically
Lingering in theakashic realms
Lingering in the realms.
Blue lotus floats, floating, floating...
Some laugh, some weep, some dance for joy.
My mind craves nectar day and night.

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Ero, in the year 337 AF.