May God bless the house. It's my Eden's garden
While I am fatigued and have fallen on my feet,
It's lovely willow; arrange sweet shades for me.
And shields me from the heavy sandstorms.
As well as from the evil eyes of the demons. In the
Pattering sounds of rain the peacock comes
To make moans in its backyards, it's daisy
Bush walls are my guards.
underneath
Its simple roof, and I do assemble my dreams of
The future—it's my Eden's garden, may
God bless the house that greets every new
Member and then lulls them into its night scenes.
It safe guard's our rich crops, spring wheat, and
My pink cheeks—may God bless the house.
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