Waking with the first rays of sun
Ready with my knives and gloves
To reap my harvest so cherished
To reach my fruits ripened in time
I name it pleasure that last forever

The merciful breeze and my rich plants
That quivers their heads in welcome notes
There I feel my duties paid well
And my soul overwhelm with joy
With a simple thought, I deserve them most

Let my fruits be sweet or as HE like
I wish I could preserve all inherited
And my deeds be true forever, to feel
It’s my caring that makes them sweet

Let me wish at the end of each day
That in the shadow of my own woods
And in the breeze that whistle in my fields
I could breathe till the end of my life
And dream, my fruits are ripened in time