braid the black dark hair
weave the supple tress
paint not the pretty face
just emphasize the grace
of your Godly queenship
come like the bougainvillea
to fill Earth with a pretty Smile
sit not with a downcast eye
brim the soul with the Morning Sun
cry not like a frightened roe
fluttering your little heart
emphasize your grace and
take on your Godly queenship
you are the Pretty One
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem