1. Alas! A garden I had entered was well guarded,
Its water gentle and its air perfumed.

2. Its streams raced on
To trees which gained their growth from it.

3. The anemones shone brightly for us
Like lamps whose blood-red glow stained them.

4. From every patch of green, every anemone,
Came a battalion of beauty with its banners.

5. The leaves sang on the boughs
As if to please us their song flowed long.

6. I was astonished this blackness had put on mourning,
And its weeping had saddened all hearts.

7. But stranger than the scattering of the waters
Was the emerald hue of the trees and their breeze.