Dark-eyed lake side water woman sailing through the rushes,
Twilight lady tell me where you go.
Sunset bound and silver crowned you smile as evening blushes,
Distant mountains burn with scarlet snow.
Let music from the temple bell complete your sacred summer spell
And guide the pilgrim to your throne where first the seed of
life was sown.
In a robe of starlight spun by poet's hand,
Bringing hope to those who journey through your land.
Seven rings adorn your fingers, on the water incense lingers
Willingly I sing at your command.
We adore your wisdom and your way.
Eagle kings on golden wings come slowly down to greet thee,
More and more and more and more and more and more and more.

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