I belong to God.
I belong to my beloved one, and everything belongs to him.
O showy flowers! O singing birds! O dewy leaves!
Please stop blaming me!
I belong to my beloved one, and everything belongs to him.
When my beloved one called for me, I rushed towards him without questioning his calling.
I quit my sound sleep, I quit my peace of mind, and I just rushed immediately towards his calling.
I belong to my beloved one, and everything belongs to him.
My beloved one told me that doves were singing the praise of his grandeur morning when its splendid light revealed the hidden beauty of the horizon.
I belong to my beloved one, and everything belongs to him.
My beloved one told me that the butterflies were dancing joyfully around his flickering sunbeams that escaped the flossy clouds.
I belong to my beloved one, and everything belongs to him.
My beloved one told me that the bitter winter had gone, and the blooming flowers came back to enthrone his majestic spring.
I belong to my beloved one, and everything belongs to him.
My beloved one told me that the green grass appeared again,
after the snow shied away from the confrontation with the warmth of his approaching summer,
when the summer joined the congregation of the mass prayer of the green glass.
I belong to my beloved one, and everything belongs to him.
My beloved one told me that all his trees were offering their fruits and offering their compassionate hugs under their long-suffering thick branches.
I belong to my beloved one, and everything belongs to him.
My beloved one told me that he was waiting at my door, holding all the blooming flowers, all the singing bird, and all the dancing butterflies in his hand.
O showy flowers! O singing birds! O dewy leaves!
Please stop blaming me!
I belong to my beloved one, and everything belongs to him.