"The love of my Queen,
As the moon in the grasp of the skies,
As the pearls in depth of the blue seas,
As beauty presented of the eyes who sees,
As the soaring wide of the blue skies,
And when the love whispers,
The voices praise the Rabb,
And when the yearn longs,
It's diverted to yearn the Prophet,
Time comes and the bet is that of a love,
My Queen will always be the one"
Thia is an English translation from the Cinta Sang Ratu poem. I'm still obsessing over the sequence, so.
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