My doctor is nature
My pharmacy is my garden
And the purest herbal tea
Is, in my opinion, the best wine.
In this rustic hut
I have no access to ailments
I like everything, nothing tires me;
If I enjoy anything, it's without excess.
I am rich in my countryside;
Its ears are ears of gold;
Kind children, good companion
Help me gather this treasure.
Everywhere I find tenderness;
Everywhere I see, I adore God;
And I am, thanks to his wisdom,
Content at all times, in all places.
It is to him that I sacrifice
And my existence, and my fate:
When I spend my life in this way,
Should I dread death?