It was the woman - the naked and beautiful woman, Without the useless imposture of the dress It was the woman, singing in my ear, As if the light was summed up in her... Woman with hard and small breasts With a flower opening on each chest. It was the woman with biblical nods And each one for my fingers done. It was her body—all her flesh. It was his bearing, his gaze, his arms: Moonlight at night and fountain of wedding, Mouth red with wan smiles. It was the woman — the source permitted By God, by the Poets, by the world... It was the woman and her fruitful love Giving us men the right to life!