I merrily sing along the days and nights,
As my highness demands for all its worth;
Glory has arrived forming beauty for me,
Along the path that I command.
Thoughts swept by the wind also are remembered,
Since the breeze of heaven is witnessed.
My party of followers sings along time,
For time shall sweep the dust from your feet,
Singing is the best of the times,
Singing clarifies the mind so much,
Alacrity of thinking shall be obeyed,
For time shall sweep the dust from your feet.
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