This is a tale from a time long before history began. From a place where time was unknown, From a place without a past, From a place where nothing passed away By the waters of the Inle... Here all trees were green, Here all animals were kind, Here mankind was young, Because time had no meaning. And love was in never-ending bloom. Until came the morning of tears. The girl Lotus, youth and beauty everlasting, Was to leave the waters of the Inle. To bring joy to the world with her beauty. Her father wished it so. But Lotus loved the young fisherman of the Inle. And he loved her, his flower. She could not part, She could not stay. So Lotus wept till the moon was full. And her tears stirred the spirits of the waters. They whispered of solace, They promised her help. And they carried her across the waters, Where she remained As the fisherman’s flower. Lotus, youth and beauty everlasting. Bringing joy to the whole world As the blossom of love so delicate. As the flower of beauty unending, The fisherman’s flower, untouched by time. Lotus. |