O! the Queen of the sky
Up there you fly so high
Away from worry,
From every deep sigh.
A jet leaves a trail as it flies past
A staircase formed at last
For me to climb up to your home
To see the world, as you do,
From above.
Away you drift, when in your group
Arises a rift
Here and there you crowd
Looking very dark, very proud.
Your reunion calls for celebration
With thunder and lightning in jubilation
Reaching great heights when down pour
Tears of happiness with a roar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Even a cloud does not escape your imagination and solid praise.