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