That beautiful my origin!
The Green fields and the Natural forests,
My place of recreation
Always afresh and cool!
The tangled streams and rivers
My paths of crossing
Mirroring the vegetation and calms!
The rocks and the mountains
My affectionate emotions
Reflecting all the treasures!
The very home I owned every fun!
And my grandmother
My source of wisdom!
Dearly missing my origins!
And tiring a thorny compromise
With all the rhetoric!
My Lord! show me the end,
That owns my belongings!
