Yourself am I inviting,
Now with the light summoning;
At My house you please appear.
With flowers in tender leaf and with buds smiling,
I have decorated tier by tier.
As to arrangements do I make no flaw;
Only open have I kept the gate of heart.
Through window, upon air free-flowing,
A sweet scent I've kept replete.
"In mind, whatever buds are piled there,
Full have they stayed with sweetness of honey.
At Your touch, they will blossom happily;
Yourself having pleased."
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