Original: That tallest mountain, that shade-sharer of the sky, It (is) our sentry, it (is) our watchman In its lap frolic those thousands of rivers, Whose vitality makes our garden the envy of Paradise.
Simplified: That tallest mountain, that shade-sharer of the sky, (It) is our sentry, (it) is our watchman In its lap frolic those thousands of rivers, Whose vitality makes our garden the envy of Paradise.