Thank you, nature, full of blossom,
you make me happy in my bosom.
I find you so beautiful and mirth,
I find you fit for my spiritual rebirth.
Someone’s given you a powerful behest
to always give rise to my breast,
and to console and to heat like fire,
emulating with my poems of desire.
Odours of your air sway,
in my rhymes I can portray.
A peaceful poem for your graceful eyes
I make and give you, for no praise.