Moema shines more than angels and gold.
More beautiful than nymphs from sunrise,
Gorgeous Moema, a queen among women,
a goddess among American and European men.
She sailed away towards her own demise.
Caramuru rejected a passionate lover.
She was swallowed by a deadly sea, sad lack of light
Aphrodite and Bahia cry before perpetual moonlight
Hades smashed her, as a giant smashes a clover.
Moema died and now, Brazil feels empty and old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A tragic one. Thanks