1. O you who drinks the bitter drought
That brings the fresh sweet water

2. How many times have I been abandoned
Yet never lacked shade

3. My tongue rejoices that it
Has found these words to say

4. And so too have I found
In them restful sleep and words to speak

5. O you who reached the highest aspirations
With great hopes and dreams

6. If not for you, generosity
In this age would be impossible