One often sees,
A Holler bush planted
Near barns and farms
As protection
against illness, fire and bad luck.

The shrub is often knotty and old,
The branches dry and with lichens,
It looks as if she'll break soon,
But she opposes all the powers.
That's why many elder hold their place,
For over many generations.

The scent of the Holler blossoms
in June is so sweet and heavy,
The umbels glow white from afar,
Accompanied by the sound of thousands of bees,
Transferring slowly into berries,
Of which can be made once ripe,
healing drinks.