Silence, a dull rustle, suddenly a tear appears…
Involuntarily cheeks blush with taste,
Only to kiss them. Do not cry Darling, life
Presents you a basket of fruit – a procession of angles.
From this, succulent trees of love have grown,
Planted in your heart, watered with tears.
Take care that skittish horses
Do not trample. This day, thousands of flowers
Bloom in the orchards of paradise
Within you. Be joyful Mother of the auspiciousness.
Soon they will grow in strength, to saturate
Fallow lands with fruit – of your sensitivity…