Tara. Mahamaya. Woman, she is illusion
Dreams, memories, loving, caring for the butterflies
the birds visiting along, taking time from their busy lives!
Blessed be the woman, mother, daughter Sitara, sister, love,
Rudra murmurs the angel wings, peace, hope, dove,
Tara, do you hear me? Silence, and flitting butterflies.
Do you hear my prayers? The dawn draws to dusk.
My love, hold on there,
let this moment, transpire,
let this moment,
perfume of your presence,
transcend, are you here?
Love beautiful love
Density is gentle, light air
All one finds trees
Many hundred years old, thousands, timeless
the young ones, the seeds of tomorrow,
forest, forestial sorcery, the Queen gently roams
away from the drums of constant war,
The eternity of paradise, forestalled
heart concentrated heart condensed
weaving dreams, Sisters of Fate.
Goddesses' glorious amazement,
pearly water, fluid to touch
trees made of colours
and flowers blossom clusters.
On lonely nights, luna
She smiles vaguely
Dreaming intoxicating,
Dark pink fantasies.
