I Am the Beautifuls

My People place the decors.

I make myself to be displayed in the centers because I am magnificent.

I Hide My Shames

My People become excessive in their expressions of the affections for the joys that is myself.  They make the ridiculous expressions of the faces.

I cover my face and feign the sleeps.

I Make My Shines

The young plants require the rays of the light.

I bestow upon them my luminousnesses.