O garden of the valley

O garden of the valley, answer the lady of the preserve and her who hath shining front-teeth, O garden of the valley
And let a little of thy shades o’ershadow her for a short time until she be settled in the meeting-place.
And her tents be pitched in thy midst. Then thou wilt have as much as thou wishest of dew to feed the tender shoots,
And as much as thou wishest of showers and the moisture of clouds passing over her bán trees at eve and morn,
And as much as thou wishest of dense shade and fruit, delicious to the gatherer, swaying the bough (on which it hangs),
And of those who seek Zarúd and its sands, and of those who chant as they drive the camels from behind, and of those who march in front and lead them well.