1. When three gathered in a session
My zeal, not drowsy, was awakened

2. They bid me good morning at dawn, rending me
With their prayer for meeting cups

3. A rose like blood of vein, lilies
Green with delicacy of fine branches

4. Adorned with nemophila whose leaves
Flow with brilliant smoothness

5. When their breaths blow to you, they heal
With the gentle wind their fevered souls

6. The rose, the lily and the nemophila
Scents arousing me, tempting me

7. In their beauty and fragrance they surpassed
The lamps in their assembly forever lit