1. Three things dispel worries when I incline towards them,
My soul turns to them and is set free,

2. A drink, a garden, a raindrop from a cloud,
When its breeze drops, it leaves no trace,

3. And a fourth is the joy of strolling through a lively orchard,
Plucking apples scented with jasmine,

4. And a fifth is meeting a beloved, for that is sweet,
While all else is pretense.