1. We rode to the meadow where the morning breeze
Brings fragrant breaths that mingle and coalesce.

2. There we let our horses freely gallop and race
Across its fresh, verdant, and flourishing space.

3. Around a pond whose waters like armor lie,
With ground so delicate it seems to subsidize.

4. When the sun nears the pond, the glow of dawn
Is a beauty looking at herself forlorn.

5. And when stars approach as night starts to loom,
They swim in its still waters cloaked in gloom.

6. The meadow has decked it with stars ashore,
Emeralds among its reeds that dazzlingly pour.

7. A passing venomous wind, if it whips through,
Would sting with its scorching and searing hallu.

8. This pond we were promised would await us, would sate us,
With water to drink in the thereafter, our balm and elixir.