Earth of Elohim
Divine women, the beauty of the world
and the den of pride, and irascible deer,
through the magic of your sublime blooms
the blue days, and in the black night.
And when the full rate of the holy peace
make the country a rhythm of discovery,
I suspect your heart flame of the universe,
I suspect, and have sought the secret of your being.
Each one of you was born to rule,
and to provide milk for the throne of the child;
Empress of the body, only lip Fund
and lip wishes wonder: what do you want?
Who will give me the keys to your miracles
and riddle-solving your puzzles?
What a mystery hiding your limbs
and hope that you rare statues?
Divine women, as in a dream and glory
waiting for the dawn of the righteous altar,
before your knee is bent figure,
heart, sound flame but burns.
Sunny soul, Jena fans
in vain you are harboring a criminal darkness;
pious people of your missing files,
because you are a woman between Queens.