The sun was rising azure blue,
Purples pinks and orange too.
And shades of green where in the sky
As sun grew bright and morning nigh.
The grass was soft upon the hill.
The sky was clear, the air was still.
She played among the flows and trees
Bathing her face in the soft spring breeze
Her eyes were dark, her skin was fair,
Mist of twilight in her hair!
The stars were all her silver crown
And spider silk spun through her gown.
Her feet danced light upon the ground,
Her footsteps soft made little sound.
But on that morn she danced away,
And where she went no man can say.
Theravai, Theravai Maiden bright
She danced away from mornings light
And now in darkness she will dwell
Stolen by the nights dark spell.