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I pray to smoke-blue bush of lilac

I pray to apple-tree in bloom

I worship Lord's ingenious findings

And glorify the beauty's grove.

The beauty, clear and pristine

That tempts us through the centuries

Like lady's precious memory

Like lovely eyelids flickering

Like Rose's scent so fragrant.

Oh, flight of butterfly, so frail!

For me you always will be sacred

Soul always looks for beauty's trail

The whole world it can roll down

But love is still its only crown!