~Pemba Norbu Shepa~
Night is about to cease her length
Empress moon begins to dim
Silent is the dawn
Trees still
In the lonely dim street
Maneuver I
With the several quick steps
Suddenly, enchanted was I
With the fragrance of Jasmine
Down from the earth
It has crowned that rusty gate
Flowers are small so do leaves
But fragrance pervade
All over the street
I do stop my running feets
Stand, inhale, and inhale again
Overwhelmed my spirit
Every time I made
I wonder to see, touch and pick
Above all want to small again
And again
That fragrance of Jasmine.
