The tree, standing there throughout the centuries,
Only moving to follow the idle sun and water.
Oh tree of all seasons, dost thou never get tired,
Of being the abode of many animations?
Of being the provider, without there being much provisions for thee?
Of the many generations that tread the to their own wishes?
Of being forever in one spot?

Thou tree of such soothing wisdom,
How many have cried to thee, and thou hast given them solace?
How many have wronged thee, and thou hast forgiven?
Thou uncomplaining tree, I admire thine own patience,
That neither tempest nor malice gestures canst shake.
Wilt thou please tell me of thine own secret of perseverance?

Oh tree of many seasons, I admire thine own,
Freedom from prejudices.
Oh generous tree, wilt thou please tell me of thy flowers?
That thou has wrought through a Mighty Power.
Oh how honored I am to have witnessed such majesty.    
Thine grace is as permanent as time itself.
And one day I shall give a true account of thy accomplishments.

Thankful I am for thy verse,
For I, as a traveler, would be lost without it in the universe.