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Glorious emperor is the forest,

Countless peoples live and grow,

Flourish ’neath his gracious shelter,

All to him allegiance owe.

Moon and stars, the sun above them,

On his blue escutcheon are,

Harts and hinds, his courtiers, wander

In his kingdom wide and far.

Messengers, the hares swift-footed,

Bear the news; while nightingales

Form an orchestra most wondrous,

And the springs are telling tales.

Swarms of wand’ring bees alight there

On the flowers, in the glade;

Ants, great armies, their food gather

Near the pathways, in the shade.

Let’s go to the king, belovèd,

Let’s like children be, let’s dream,

So that love, and joy, our whole life,

As a game to us may seem.

And thus happy, blithely living,

Being now again a boy,

I should think that nature made thee

Just for me, the sweetest toy.