1. O palm tree of the valley, watered on the sweet stream,
Made alive by the Living One who made the barren fertile.

2. I have not lied about passion - if I do not stop to complain of passion to you,
Though the road be long for my companions.

3. I stood by it while dawn plundered the gloom
With its lights, and the star galloped into the west.

4. I cajole the corners of tears, so my eyelids
Are honored with tears going west over west.

5. Is it not just a need fulfilled for us,
And blame we have borne in obedience to love?

6. I have bartered youth for old age, so if the
Demons of my pleasures fall upon a tomb,