Who is this Miss
Who speaks against God?
Where is her divine fine lively mouth?
Are her hands red with tossing of crosses?
And has she kissed her fingertips all the night?

Who is this god
Who walks over God?
Would she worship her and man in one?
Does she really think she can match the sun?

Ah! she comes! Her eyes are bright!
Look how joyfully she walks!
Her breasts gleam blessings to the earth and sky;
Her flashing thighs glance and smile.
And Lo! what happy feet!
Lo! her swinging hands are pure white!