Her wavy locks of hair

Raises along the warm daisy winds

Quietly under the vast dazzling blue

A furrow on her head and

A pressed smile all the time

Her honey dripping eyes

Desperate for a shady tree

Near the lake bathed with lotus

Pushing her flapping dress 

Close to her legs, she sits by a cow 

Listening to the melody of the bell 

Tied around its neck.

Her furrow fades away under the 

Shadow of happily swaying leaves.

And both the holy souls 

Listen to the god sing 

On that afternoon and gradually 

Wend their way to the ultimate truth