WOMAN

One day in spring, a woman came
In my lonely woods,
In the lovely form of the Beloved.
Came, to give to my songs, her melodies,
To give to my dreams, her sweetness.

Drew closer to nurture my aspirations,

She is the one, who bears me,

She is the one who cherishes me

Just like a brimming river

She is the divine that fills me

Oh! Woman it is you… my inspiration,

My vigor, my valor and my virtue.

You are the supreme manifestation.

Virtuous, yet so vulnerable.

Oh! Woman what makes you so enigmatic?

You, who has the power of conception,

The power of creation,

The power of inspiration

As well, the power of destruction

Your magnificence, your sacrifice, your unconditional love

Oh! my gorgeous Woman,

Has shackled you.

Today your virtue has become your greatest adversary.

Shun all your apprehensions and trepidations.

Move ahead, move ahead to the aura of glory!

Move ahead to show the world

That you are the supreme manifestation.