Little Angel, a pretty rose
A new vision, a new future
Light of eyes, beats of heart
Symbol of purity, an essence of life.
I sing lullabies to lull you to sleep
I tickle your toes, to wake up you again
The womb of nostalgic gets disclosed
I tend to behave like a child with you.
Let queen of dream reside inside you
Under the shadow of your own eye -lids
Be calm! I whisper with wind itself
Not to wake up you, from your dream.
Let you, Queen of flowers blooms everyday
To perfume our garden with your fragrance
Prosperous future and new expectation
Let reside together inside you.
Flow of nectar from your mom's breasts
The infinite joy of maternal compassion
Affection of father at every moment
Pave a path for you, happiness and joy
You are a part of my own heart
But still you belong to someone else
Such a feeling pants my own heart
What a strange custom of the world!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem