Little Flower

Sing, sing you beautiful little flower

The world shall savour your fragrance

Butterflies are attracted to your majestic presence

I shall pick you before they camouflage you

My nimble fingers are activated by your glorious touch

They want to feel the smoothness in you

Plants and trees are glorified by you 

Women's hairs are decorated by you

You are the one who makes the almighty's statue divine

You are also the one who gives a farewell to the corpses