Make me the gardener of your flower garden.
What folly is this?
I will give up my other work.
I throw my swords and lances down in the dust. Do no send me to distant courts; do not bid me undertake new conquests. But make me the gardener of your flower garden.
What will your duties be?
The service of your idle days
I will keep fresh the grassy path where you walk in the morning, where your feet will be greeted with praise at every step by the flowers eager for death.