1. I say, and tears of sorrow are flooding our eyes,
Yet no relief comes to the garden of authority.

2. Is this a sky or a structure built high?
The stars look away, shamed by its beauty.

3. The shapes gaze at each other in wonder,
At the necklace centered on the breast of good fortune.

4. The waves flow through it in currents,
Their edges fading tails behind them.

5. Above it shines splendor that amazes,
With glass columns and proportions sublime.

6. It overlooks water that circles beneath
Like a mouth that smiled or meadow just greened.

7. There the supreme glory chose to reside,
Adorning its garden, ascending the tiers.