If it is a charming lawn that heaven waters
where in every season is born some blooming flower
Where one gathers whole handfuls of lily, honeysuckle, and jasmine
I want to make of it the path where your foot may rest!
If it is a very loving breast that is ruled by honor, whose tender devotion has nothing morose about it,
If that noble breast always beats for a worthy goal,
I want to make of it the cushion where your forehead may rest!
If it is a dream of love, scented with rose, where every day one finds some sweet thing,
A dream that God blesses, where one soul unites with another,
Oh! I want to make of it the nest where your heart may rest!