1. If you wish, the winds of Paradise greet me,
Breathing in its markets at all times,

2. And if you wish, the likes of it humbles me,
A pigeon that sings in whispering branches,

3. The hands of the winds caress it when it flows,
So it rises and droops sometimes and it wilts,

4. If the zephyr lent it its motions,
It benefited from it the intimacy of life, so it befriends,

5. In it flashes whenever the dawn plays,
Stars whose light ignites when it suns.