I'll stay here under this dense tree,
Adjacent sea shore,
Here I'll carve my hut,set my bed,hear a lullaby.
Here where waters beat their drums upon rocks,
And the evening wind whispers to the ears of the cypress swamp.

Here,this very place,
I'll carve my resident,set my mat and rest my soul.
When eternity comes calling,
upon humanity,
Together in haste I'll gather myself,
And to my maker I'll return.