''Beneath the jasmine a stone
marks a buried treasure.
On the path, my father stands.
A beautiful, beautiful day.

The gray poplar blooms,
centifola blooms,
and milky grass,
and behind it, roses climb.

I have never been
more happy than then.
I have never been more
happy than then.

To return is impossible
and to talk about it, forbidden—
how it was filled with bliss,
that heavenly garden.''