There was a dream once of flare and fame
That knocked down and broke some bare rocks.
The most beauteous sun rose above all shame,
And light again chose to land in our docks.
Music to my ears, a voice through my aura waved
Penetrating the depths of my life, riding the black.
Changes to destiny were made, our victory saved
So perfect to my eyes I could see no lack.
Greatness upon thee lingered and gained its name;
Not too brute though with glory, but so sweet.
Thy glamour made all the goddesses of Olympus look lame.
Life was made a throne for thee, only one golden seat.
Go proud of being thyself, the most perfect human.
A name mustn't be given to any other; thy name is woman.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem