It is my delight to sit in the shade of the garden.
Your fruit is sweet to my taste.
Listen... to the sweet melodies of the Creator...
Leading us to the Dance.
Let your heart soar high above,
To the music of the cool night air, while
The Grand Fountain whispers softly,
"Come the winter is past,
The rain is gone, the flowers appear
Their Fragrance fills the Garden.
The time for singing has come!"