To The God of Cloud

Bathed in orchid's, oh! sweet-scented dews

And dressed in robes, oh! of varied hues,

With fleecy hair, oh! you slowly rise

To beautify, oh! the morning skies.

In deathless hall, oh! you stay at noon;

Your whiteness rivals, oh! sun and moon.

The dragon is, oh! your charioteer;

You waft and wander, oh! far and near.

In silver drops, oh! you come with rain;

On wings of wind, oh! you rise again.

Upon the land, oh! you come with ease;

You float over, oh! and beyond four seas.

Longing for you, oh! I can't but sigh;

My yearning heart, oh! to you would fly. e3zvgdwSrILGoXPbEcKLMVxDCOmYVaM0LZwF8IdHi+SRITVp0jTTu85fARZtJRqU