“My homeland has many palm-treesand the thrush-song fills its air;no bird here can sing as wellas the birds sing over there.We have fields more full of flowersand a starrier sky above,we have woods more full of lifeand a life more full of love.Lonely night-time meditationsplease me more when I am there;my homeland has many palm-treesand the thrush-song fills its air.Such delights as my land offersAre not found here nor elsewhere;lonely night-time meditationsplease me more when I am there;My homeland has many palm-treesand the thrush-song fills its air.Don’t allow me, God, to diewithout getting back to whereI belong, without enjoyingthe delights found only there,without seeing all those palm-trees,hearing thrush-songs fill the air.”