Eternity would now be my home.
I’d cultivate gardens of forsythia and violets,
plant olive trees and harvest grains;
grow apple orchards and grape vineyards,
from their full bounty would I be sustained.
Of lyres and harps there’d come splendid music,
beautiful children would dance and be gay.
Sadness and crying would never bear witness,
illness and sorrow would remain far away.
You’d be the first to visit my home,
sweet child whose earthly life has been taken.
For here you would live and love and be blessed,
with God at your side, your eternal beacon.