Here I string my words together,
To fabricate an exquisite garland for her.
Let it glorify my beautiful maiden,
Her saga be sung by men for ages.
For I am a poet, I have no jewels,
Within my words, my pristine feelings dwell.
Let it emblazon her divine soul,
And make it the most beautiful one known.
The mortals here will sing and wonder,
The grandeur legacy of she, the Immortal.