A soft breeze will bestir the jasmine bush
From evening’s wetness of fresh leaves
And we come to far reaching conclusions
As to the prince finally saving the dame
So everyone is duly happy at hall’s end.
The hall is empty with the stars coming
One by one, as your breeze gently stirs
In the flower bush and the garden lizard
Looks at your waiting for the next move.
The lizard is your own word in the offing.
Your reasons are a grand abeyance show
As the lizard is waiting for your next move
And the prince moves ahead on horseback
Toward everyone’s happiness of wedding.