Do not hurry

do not worry

For I’m your consort, beautiful king of 16

No more to hide.

 

I bow before you

You see over me

Enemies will not deride you

for I’m your consort at your side, beautiful king

 

Face me with a sword

let people gather, and horns roar

No one else shall I protect

I’m your consort till the end

beautiful king of 16

 

You lay before me and you smile

I catch and return your fire

Entrust in me always at your side

my beautiful king of 16