The liar did say every kind of thing,
Sugar-coated talks, drunk it made the king.
Between the winter, between the autumn,
I saw the lovely summer and the spring.
Between the mockers, between the rulers,
At that gathering, a sweet voice did sing.
It is no love or lust; it's admiration,
For beauty and air a person does bring.
The bird of summer sings, teaches this place,
And Mâhî's near it; he's under its wing.
Aug 4, 2017
Aug 4, 2017 at 6:52 AM UTC
The liar did say every kind of thing,
Sugar-coated talks, drunk it made the king.
Between the winter, between the autumn,
I saw the lovely summer and the spring.
Between the mockers, between the rulers,
At that gathering, a sweet voice did sing.
It is no love or lust; it's admiration,
For beauty and air a person does bring.
The bird of summer sings, teaches this place,
And Mâhî's near it; he's under its wing.
