The fig tree that God planted
wanted to bear fruits in plenty.
But it could not and was sad.
In the midst of the night
all alone, it stood and prayed:
Lord God, who planted me,
I want to give you lots of fruits.
But my branches do not produce
fruits that you would like to eat.
Would you help me to be fruitful?
Please cultivate the ground around
me and fertilize me giving me water.
I am ready to produce as many fruits
as you would like to have from me.
It is my joy to be fruitful for you
and for all those who come to me.
Make me fruitful o Lord of heaven.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem