My homeland has many palm-trees br and the thrush-song fills its air; br no bird here can sing as well br as the birds sing over there. br br We have fields more full of flowers br and a starrier sky above, br we have woods more full of life br and a life more full of love. br br Lonely night-time meditations br please me more when I am there; br my homeland has many palm-trees br and the thrush-song fills its air. br br Such delights as my land offers br Are not found here nor elsewhere; br lonely night-time meditations br please me more when I am there; br My homeland has many palm-trees br and the thrush-song fills its air. br br Don't allow me, God, to die br without getting back to where br I belong, without enjoying br the delights found only there, br without seeing all those palm-trees, br hearing thrush-songs fill the air.