The heart dances like a bud
In the cool wind of the morn
Watching you sitting in the sands
Humming a song waiting for the sun
To appear in the eastern sky
To spill its golden ray and shine
To wake up the creatures from sleep
As in the west the night stars decline
The heart dances like a bud
Birds, butterflies and bees play
Around your beauty in flocks and
Groups as you pray to greet the day
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I would like to translate this poem
Ah, you've made up then! Good work.