• O Gardener! My Gardener! You're my true love.
    You have come and visited me from above.
    Started as a seed, you planted me in the ground;
    With a soft pat, you covered me with a dirt mound.
    "Oh please, grow, grow, grow!"
    That is what you said,
    When you planted me
    by the riverbed.

    O Gardener! My Gardener! Thank you for all.
    You took care of me, even when i did not call.
    Gifting me with water as clear as crystal, too;
    Tending to me until my fruit blossomed and grew.
    And here I stay now;
    This I do not dread,
    Dying before you,
    By the river bed.