I am standing under the punica;
its roots are bursting out of ground
and clothing the earth all around
its light scent is tempting
this punica must be magical indeed

I touch the body of the punica;
its roots are bursting out of my heart
and covering my chest all around
my soul is wide open, I flourish,
This punica must be me, indeed

My punicas are falling down
into the lands of striking roots,
bursting out of themselves,
covering the ground all around

my soul has ten arms divided into ten arms,
I must be the earth, indeed