1. We are in a garden that
Every description falls short of

2. And souls yearn for,
Among roses, lilies and spring flowers,

3. Of good omens that misfortune has avoided,
And you see the clever daffodils When

4. The winds stir them and they nod,
Like tipsy maidens

5. Who embrace and their faces are suns,
Rods of emerald carrying

6. Silver cups above which are vine leaves,
And we have coffee the color of

7. Soft cheeks that kisses have sweetened,
Its aroma is the scent of myrrh resin