Lush leafed beech tree is like;
Wearing velvet on every side.
Lolling & in dalliance, plays the young ones.
Roars up daily the (sky over the) hillside.
In their youth the lads & beatiful virgines are;
Love they the white beech tree, they it gratify,
Each and every year, when the summer start,
Joyously they around the white beech celebrate.
The pure white beech, is now a very old tree,
It bedizens itself rich, at the coming of every summer;
Lush leafs sorrounds it ,year and year on ,
When the sun sprinkles on it, shines warm .