A sovereign king crowned in golden flame
His realm has neither start nor name
Silver soldiers fled the sky
As golden wings began to fly
Heralds singing in soft tune
Announced surrendring of rival moon
Beloved dressed golden gown
Welcomed her king in capital town
Feathered friends danced with colourful witty eyes
Offsprings forgot to weep and to cry
Everyone celebrated power and prosperity
Courtiers lips bloom, happiness came king\'s city
For minor things kings make battles
It stole pearls from soft petals
Flaming fingers robbed the virgin grace
Of morning dew and of blossom\'s face