Fecund tree, winds from all directions find refuge on it,
red flowers make it look like a flaming torch,
beetles, bees and  fragrant breeze pretend
it belongs only to them for all the days to come;
when the flowers are  all gone, the tree isn't their own,
but when ripe fruits swing in the wind, new relations begin again.

I learn the  the lessons of life from all this, but the tree seems equanimous.
Never ever thought which family it belongs  or what gender,
for a weary traveler its graciousness is what  touches the heart,
every time sitting below it,  I thought how kind it was.
Meeting below its shade, my girl never forgets to remind
"This tree is kindness personified, made us lovers wielding its power"
under its blue shade, we sat, gazed at each other's eyes
found out love is a fragrance that emerges only at such moments.
Bless the soul who put the seed in earth, watered it,
made love live in our lives as the fragrance that never fades.