For man is the tree of the field
Like the man, the tree also grows
Like the tree, the man gets cut down
And I know not
Where I was or where would I be
Like the tree of the field
For man is the tree of the field
Like the tree, (the man) aspires to great heights
Like the man, (the tree) catches fire
And I know not
Where I was or where would I be
Like the tree of the field
I have loved and I have hated
I have tasted of this and that
I was buried in a plot of earth
And bitter, bitter is my mouth
Like the tree of the field
Like the tree of the field
For man is the tree of the field
Like the tree, (the man is) thirsty for water
Like the man, (the tree) remains thirsty
And I know not
Where I was or where would I be
Like the tree of the field
I have loved and I have hated
I have tasted of this and that
I was buried in a plot of earth
And bitter, bitter is my mouth
Like the tree of the field
Like the tree of the field
For man is the tree of the field
For man is the tree of the field
The tree of the field