O Abyssinian tree,

    We pray, we pray to thee;

By the glow of thy golden fruit

  And the violet hue of the flower,

    And the greeting mute

    Of thy boughs' salute

  To the stranger who seeks thy bow.

    O Abyssinian tree!

    How the traveller blesses thee

When the light no moon allows,

  And the sunset hour is near,

    And thou bend'st thy boughs

    To kiss his brows.

  Saying, "Come, rest thee here."

    O Abyssinian tree!

    Thus bow thy head to me!