Princess of the vegetable forest,
Sitting on a starved bed,
Lies in keeping foliage ready,
Her fronds spread out like fingers,
Never get thicker like her age.

Birds rest on are shape,
Dancing in the desert wind,
That blew through the leave,
Thrive in warm climate with a rare frost.

Her tall stem point straight towards heaven,
Rises to the great height,
Rare...