星の瞬きで髪を濡らし、
花の香りで梳いたらば、
夜風で火照りを取りましょう。

愛の訪れを待ち侘びるほどに伸びた、
この髪の丈は想いの丈。

ゆえにこそ、美しさを磨くことは、
女王たる者の務めといえましょう。

She washes her hair under the twinkling stars, combs it with the fragrance of flowers, and dries it with the heat of the nighttime breeze.

The longer she waits for love to find her, the longer her hair grows.

Thus, she sees staying beautiful as the duty of those who would be queen.