Eastward in the Garden of Eden, I am planted
A cite where the enormous, materfamilias river is emplaced.
A tree pleasant to the sight and a tree fuitful
The cherubim and the flaming swords twirling in every direction beshield my way consistently.
Like that tree of life in Heaven, I am
Planted by the side of the pure crystal river that proceeds from the Throne of God.
Oh look, it bares dozens of fruits, bringing them forth all year round
My leaves do not wither either, they are aesthetically evergreen
I am a consecrated entitative soul, surrounded by virtue and mercy
Whatever is employed by my hands does be and flourish
Futility is all what every malediction aimed at me wrenches to
The throne of God and of Christ is in it.