You stand beside a beautiful river,
with whom azure life has flowed forever,
many of her guests she generously feeds,
thus quenching all creatures’ vital needs.
You are surrounded by many a mountain,
that shelters life and happily bears the pain.
They look like affectionate motherly breasts,
from which green trees greedily feed like small pests.
On rainy days you glow with such splendour;
that fill the air with leafy, flowery odour,
which raises my life that's gone terribly amiss
and guides my poor soul towards spiritual bliss.
Your womb surely did not conceive my worldly being,
but your song strongly strikes a motherly string!