1
No mention, no tension!
Although this life is not
As the life of longing should be,
It takes precedence in the estate of psyche
Over the spirit of alcoholic addiction.
I get the victory of the victorious moment!
Sitting in the shade of poinciana,
All things move gently,
With a celebration of spring, joyous and embracing:
The natural world towards reddish growth, birds to song,
And human beings to embark on the journey of imagination.
2
Imagination, imagination...
Some themes to be explored in imagination,
The strategy of representation insists on
To exalt me, I and myself for one more day!
Definitely, one never knows
When the world might end,
In contrast to my inner replica, in case.
3
All my life, all my glory,
I have been doing so,
By following the poinciana\'s reddened refreshness,
I put myself to death in glee!
Since simply it is far away,
Always far away from day-to-day grievances,
Yet, next to me, which may spur you
On to enlarge your horizon of understanding,
Unconditionally and politely whenever
The landscape of poinciana is quite visible in the window of eyes,
And then, as far as it would be reached to its breeze,
By then we all are the monarchs of the solitary street!
4
The redness, the redness...
Everywhere the redness!
Blooming many flowers of the queen,
The redness is going to exhilarate our souls\' freedom!
Look, in no time to fulfill the empty mirth of rhythm,
The red color is spilling in a perfect way,
From flower to leaf and head to ahead.
5
Oh, poinciana, the spellbound creation of nature,
Praising your praiseworthy beauty,
The winged wind also runs
With the wholesome reddened feelings,
And for which I roam in the realm of fancy:
Yes, I have a desire to be bloomed,
As red as the poinciana\'s beauty!