I dream, as all people dream,
of pearly mountains and emerald-topped trees,
of sapphire seas, and a brilliant star stream.
I have seen these things as no one  else sees.
each fantasy a shining paradise.
Yet, the Butterfly’s dream is the greatest of these.

A dream of brilliant colors and dazzling light,
gliding and fluttering amongst endless fields of joy.
My troubles struggle to halt this delightful flight,
but they fall behind, remembered as a lost toy.
They wilt amidst the fields of endless blooms,
for sorrow cannot hinder the heart of this dear boy.

That is the Butterfly’s Dream,
that is its course.
Other whims may gleam,
chasing away guilt and remorse.
But no misfortune can compete,
For joy is its source.