Classic Poem

(Who had planted a vineyard, and before it gave fruit, his last day came)

Every morning and at dawn,
The nightingale sitting in my vineyard
Sang sweetly to this my rose:
Rise and come from this vineyard.

Every morning and at dawn,
Gabriel says to my soul,
Rise and come from this vineyard,
From this newly built vineyard.

I must not come from this vineyard
Because there are thorns around it,
I cannot come forth from my vineyard,
From my beautiful vineyard.

I have brought stones from valleys,
I have brought thorns from mountains,
I have built round it a wall,
They say, come forth from this vineyard.

I have planted young vines,
I have watered the roots of this plantation,
I have not yet eaten from their fruit,
They say, come forth from this vineyard.

I have built a wine-press,
I have buried the wine-vat,
I have not yet tasted the wine,
They say, come forth from this vineyard.

I have shut the entry of my vineyard,
I have not yet opened the closed gate
Of my well dressed vineyard,
They say, come forth from this vineyard.

I have brought water from valleys,
Cold and savouring fountains,
I have not yet drunk of their wine,
They say, come forth from this vineyard.

I have built a basin in my vineyard,
The dew of heaven into this basin,
Around it are flowers and light
They say, come forth from this vineyard.

I have planted roses in this vineyard,
There are red and white roses,
I have not yet smelt their fragrance,
They say, come forth from this vineyard.

I have sown flowers in this vineyard
They are green and yellow,
I have not yet picked these flowers,
They say, come forth from this vineyard.

I have planted fruit trees around the walls,
Pomegranate, almonds and nuts
I have not yet tasted of the fruits,
They say, come forth from this vineyard.

The turtle dove is sitting in my vineyard,
He sings to the birds,
The spring is arrived to my vineyard
They say, come forth from this vineyard.

Bring me fruits from my vineyard,
Roses and flowers of many hues,
That I may imbibe the fragrance,
I wilt not leave this vineyard.

The nightingale sang in my vineyard
From morning to evening
The dew falls from the clouds
They say, come forth from this vineyard

Gabriel, come to my soul;
My tongue, from fear, was tied,
The light of my eyes was dim,
They say, come forth from this vineyard.

The tendrils of my vine were green,
The grapes of my vine are ripe,
He says, " Come forth from this vineyard,
From my newly-built vineyard.

They took my soul from my body,
And dragged me forth from my vineyard.
It is time that I leave my vineyard
This beautiful vineyard.

My newly built vineyard was destroyed,
Every plant and flower grew dry,
The beauty of my body was faded,
They say, come forth from this vineyard.

They drag me forth from my vineyard,
The nightingale sings in my vineyard,
The dew descends from the clouds
Every morning and at dawn.