O baby pilgrim, the beauty of the earth,
Do you search love we care first for your marching forward?
When we meditate in yellow aspires, you just arrive in love,
To fill our heart to live more, looking in your innocent new eyes,
Those are beautiful to give way to compose shape of life,
That you need, more syllables of measured steps for growing up.
We leave no stone unturned to keep you best in our endeavor,
To make you a man with black hair, with wide looks of significance,
And you will make threads of knowledge to hold divine earth,
That is the harmony we do desire to live in peace with shining
Of the sun, controls of each footing will not be waste
Over our life, dissolving the river of moving objects of awakening.