1. My garden belongs to God, and whatever
Calamities I have suffered in it.

2. I yearn for my time in it,
With life green on all sides.

3. So it pleases me, with the air
Calm from it, and the rain pouring down.

4. How often I have risen early for it,
As the clouds rose early for it.

5. The morning dew in its branches
Tells of necklaces in strands.

6. Its flowers have opened,
And spread fragrance on every side.

7. Fruit has appeared on its branches,
Like the tails of foxes.

8. Its roots seem as if
Melted gold on the leaves.

9. So there I have as much gold
As I have passions for it.