O' tree of man, O' human tree,

Grow huge and grow free.

Tendril or twiner are not you;

Clutch to nothing, cling not you.

Leafy grow you on your youth;

Scorched terrains, must you soothe.

Thus much lofty should you grow,

See every person equal below.

Radiant be you in your bloom;

Colour the horizon, wipe the gloom.

Sweet fruits, may you only drop;

Sour ones bear branches atop.

Such good nesting place be you,

Rest at ease, where birds of all hue.

Shaded and dense, be green and airy;

Spread your arms, shelter the weary.

Upright be you when dark clouds throng;

Whistle aloud when winds are strong.

A hard bark, no death can kill;

In furniture or fittings, survive it will.

O' tree of man, O' human tree,

Thicken your wood, to live perennially.