1. This is the garden, and here
Are strips of blue sky that recede,

2. And birds flitting through crevices
In the branches perch solo.

3. The roses reign over beds
Of flowers standing alone.

4. The wind has filled the pot
With clinking coat of mail.

5. A steed frees the fetters
Of its love, starting over again.

6. Anxiety is dispelled here,
Companionship flows free.

7. So enjoy its freshness, for he
Who counts on freshness will lose it.