Serenade from the east;

Like divine music in the mist,

reaches royal ears,

under spell for years.

A shower at midniht,

Brings half-awakened birds to light;

Drops of water racing down,

thus feathers before dawn.

The kingdown sleeps in distress,

Death has levelled their mistress,

wise thoughts are dead,

Their minds are not fed.

Serenade from a vagabond;

unties a kingdom’s bond,

Dark,gloomy clouds disppear,

lights of comfort appear’

The royal mind is healed;

Quality is built,

The serenade was not dull.

It was magical.