How beautiful is the bird's singing, and the sound of the clouds raining, the soft-sound of thunder striking, the sound of the leaves falling. It's all accompanied by divine love, the love of the flower-carrying dove, for the One who's eternally-above, leaving the sign of the rove. The river flows into its direction, to wherever is its fixed location, life is like the river of emotion, be joyful, joy is part of its potion. Where do I direct this devotion? If all things cease their motion? This is nothing but pure satisfaction, and He calls to humanity; O my nation! Accompanied by His glory, I answered; My Majesty! I do not feel pain nor worry, I'm pleased and happy.