Flouting the muddles of life,
Walk down through the nature,
Through the bravest thorns, the glorious trees
and the wild-white barren strawberries.

The breeze won't see your afro,
Before it blows them with spright,
To chatter and make them fly,
Mocking the broad daylight.

The night sky won't descry your dusky colour,
While it clothes itself with the most beautiful stars,
There are whispers of your beauty there,
As you would here the...