Here there is neither whirling wind Nor soaring snow There is neither dust twirling Nor smoke swirling No sight of scorching sun No face of dripping sweat Only blue waves are surfing the shore Here there is no frustration of controversial right and wrong
Here there is neither complaint whining Nor grief mourning No melancholy of sorrowful woes No despair of anguish moans Everywhere bedecked by birds singing Fragrant flowers overflowing It is filled with peaceful joy and fortune It is a cool world---the Holy Kingdom A paradise of summer I love the dingdong chime Of sacred drop on wealthy land I miss the floating clouds in Divine sky