You are an exquisite mauve violet flower,
staying upon the dune,
and over the tussocks,
with a bright, fascinating and sparkling color.
Staying there alone,
and wigwagging in the gusty cold hyperborean,
just like wading in the boisterous sea,
you daub the beauty,
all over the dune.
Even the lilliputian lily of the valley,
can't beat you in beauty,
there is none to challenge,
knowing that it is onerous,
to fight against your pulchritude.
You stay in a meadow,
where a nest of a meadow lark besides,
and a meagre of sunlight falls,
listening to the long lasting music.
In the dawn at when the day begins,
and when the alluring butterflies start to flutter,
as glittering and dazzling sparkles of flashes,
you stay holding the composure,
and comporting in a serene tranquil way,
besmearing your beauty,
all over the place.
Alas! beautiful lass,
bedecked with spell,
oh! guardian angel,
so much at ease.
Over dales, over mountains,
through the briers, through the bushes,
creatures of every kind,
wander from every side,
and freeze and dwell at this enchanting texture,
hanging around with wonder.
The whole world is wondered,
all the creatures are flabbergasted,
all hang around you,
you the most beautiful girl forever be.
And they are brimful of felicity,
pondering that they are propitious,
in finding this wonderful wonder,
and seeing this luminous sparkling texture.
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