O golden orb that graces heavens high,
My ardent heart doth sing to thee, my Sun, For thou dost weave thy light 'cross azure sky, And in thy rays, my life hath just begun.

Thy tender touch doth wake me from my sleep, A lily pale, I rise at dawn’s first kiss. In thy embrace, my soul doth softly leap, For 'tis thy warmth that fills my heart with bliss.

Thou art the painter of my verdant hue,
With beams that brush each petal, soft and bright. In fields of green, beneath the heavens blue, I bloom, a testament to thy pure light.

O radiant king, thy love’s immortal flame, It...