She Be At The Every Spatial Poem by Chaminda Pushpadewa

Salient matters for me but they were not important to her
The matters were such as blooming blossom, singing bird, and shaking trees
Telling to her according to, nature is helping to my love
Even though I know, she is a goddess from the miraculous

When the time of walking on the street she came close to me
Feeling that was tangle hands each other
When the time of dance on the stage, she was a beat
Feeling that was fain history that will be shown next road

Working hardly as a result of, I tired but she has mitigated me from busy work
Therefore, the bird as she, it came to the tree branch for singing
The flower as she, which was spread fragrance place over
The river as she that was floating to meet the sea like me

You are my water bottle when I was in the desert
You are my compass when I was lose one's way
You are my countless word poem life over
You are my bunch of flower when I will be on last second