They lost the pearl of mankind
When they needed it most
Before the eyes of the wicked one

 Bread themselves have become stones
In the sweat of your face
You have attain your longing

 You have drifted in disobedience itself
In generation after generation
But your offspring’s pay the price

 The earth’s beauty is no more
In your quest to be like God
You farther and mother of nations

 Gone, is the blessed heritage
When you sewed figs round the waist
Oh paradise, our lost home


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