Queen Of The Angels

Like a mother who found her lost child

I feel happy when I meet you!

Like a beggar who got a ton of gold

I feel happy when I greet you!

 

Like a farmer who gets wet in the rain

I feel cold when I touch you!

Like a drunkard who drank lot of gin

I feel hot when I hold you!

 

You are the only beauty of this sphere

Who gave you such a beauty dear?

Have you got your eyes from a deer?

Spring of joy flows more and more!

 

Don’t keep your foot on lily flowers

It may pierce your foot like thorns!

Are you the queen of the Angels?

The breeze is playing on your hair!

 

If you touch an ocean it will be sweet

Your voice is pleasant than the flute!

Nothing delights like love at sight

You have a cure for my lovely heart!