Tiny tigress, who roars in the night Queen of all cats, so gold in the light She leads without weakness and runs without fear across the wild plain until the pearl moon appears They call her Empress, for she is divine, a sacred jewel, a vase of jade On mighty mountains she earned her honor On holy ground, her throne was laid Silken dress and gold ‘round her brow A ruby between eyes of fire Silken hair and lips in full bloom but beneath her beauty lives a tiger