I found a land, a fertile field to grow my love
And I spent all I had to purchase it;
I found a land and how happy was I!
I found a land with arable soil to grow my love;
Tender seeds of my heart.
Oh, I found a land and how glad was I!
I found a land and on it I set for work,
Tilling and cultivating,
Until the first sprouts became visible
I found a land in her heart, and tirelessly,
Did I work to grow my love;
But my hands grew blisters instead
Then I found the truth on a day the rains came,
Washing away the sprouts
In a mighty deluge:
Her heart was an infertile one
For the crop called love
And my efforts were as good as wasted.