Saffron emerge with purple petals kiss
A Mediterranean’s harvest blessed in His autumn mist
This location on earth is paradise
Saffron was made free to grow wild
Don’t worry about its price
Decorate the table with fine silver china
Throw silk linens of yellow, orange and red
Let all people taste this spice
Yes come and be fed
Eat the thread pulled out with tender care
Its flavor is pure
This is the King’s best that you can be sure
It was created as a delicacy
The center shimmers with His glory
It makes the black heart blaze
The string melts in your mouth
Bringing forth heavenly tongue praise