A variety of flowers
In the full bloom of youth
Sway like seductive maidens.

Young bees come,
Humming their songs,
To embrace the blossoms with kisses.

The bees’ wings thrum
And seem to say, 
“When staying in solitude,  sing like this.”

With delightful melodies they sing,
“Wondrous is the yogin who dwells in sacred places!”