1. Many an embryo was picked from the garden of flowers
With secrets and conscience torn asunder

2. I drew it from the womb of bounty
As if it were translucent crystal

3. Or pieces of pure camphor
Had it remained intact through the ages

4. It would have adorned necklaces
And humbled the jewels of the seas

5. And been called the brooches of strongholds
Oh its beauty in the time of ruin

6. When its torment is like the deserted wilderness
It evokes in hearts and breasts

7. A spirit that rivals the blowing wind
And brings happiness to the wretched