Sleeping in the womb of Mother Earth
Life to which the rain and ground gives birth
Indulge in the silent light, soak up the peace treeling
Give to the vastness your fruit and sprout a colossal being
House the flying songs, cover the coy crawling lessers
Make fertile your foundations, surprise the soiled crevices
Contain in your coils each annum, the way of all that breathes
Remain a sturdy statue for each generation's leave
Let your roots grip the heart of the world
On your limbs, dreams and history will be built
Life after life, after day and after night
All that will come, will go and you'll surpass in ageing might