My pink dress

In the hours of solitude,

I search for my dream,

for my blossoms,

for my roses,

for a world I know through tenderness,

for the green color of grass,

and a bird that plays the most beautiful melodies.

An image of love in its perfect frame,

and I keep walking—

my pink dress stretching

the length of the earth,

the width of the sea,

and the glow of the moon,

filled with colors.

I am still young,

I still rest my head on the smallest finger and fall asleep.

My destiny is more beautiful than olive plants

upon the trees,

and the caravans of my love are filled with hope.

I am a lady in my palace,

in the birthplace of my soul,

in a world I create with pens.

I carry no worries,

I do not fear the turns of fate,

for God is the Most Merciful—

how many times He has saved us from slips and sorrows,

and unfolded for us the hidden of His tenderness.

In my palace,

I praise Him, I thank Him for blessings,

for acceptance and faith.

I strive for goodness

to help humanity,

so that our world may become a paradise,

and we may rise within the universe.