Look at the blooming frangipani...
Calm down your heart, just sit and listen...
The drums are talking, fire flies glisten,
Tomorrow will again be sunny..
Beacons of flame-trees, shy and hazy
On malachite of endless prairie
Will talk to you like old, good fairy
How life is fragile, but amazing...
Flickering skies immerse in glare,
Far away lightnings fade like worries...
Listen to drums and their stories;
We must reach further than we dare...
Don't hush cicadas stubborn chatter;
It drains away all pain and sorrow...
Look at the skies how they are stunning!
Forget the worries ... they don't matter,
You'll see ... Just wait, wait till tomorrow...
And smell your branch of frangipani...