I am on my knees

Come, O maiden of the sun,

I paint your colors on my canvas...

This market is yours,

I am delighted merely in your faint touch.

Maiden of the sun,

Even if I do not survive,

Let someone sing of me too.

Maiden of the sun,

Yet in the arms of the night's dew, you alone are the color,

No, no, the path of the cloud maiden will never be different!