Oh! Languid goddess who sees the world

from on high tempestuous Olympus,

so presumptuous of your beauty.

You, who emerged from the bewitched

waters of eternal sea.


Your skin has been threaded with gold

and silver fibres.


Your golden hair was wrought with

innate refinement.


You seduce every man with your

slender silhouette,

but your conscience scrutinizes your

not so beautiful behavior.


 Why,each time your enchantment

increases, does the white

foam from where you once emerged ,

turn to be so dark?


Through negligence, perhaps all

goodness you destroyed.


Your ironic vanity, like a symphonic

agony, rushes at your skin, ruining

its magnificent purity.


In any case, Oh! my Muse, I beg you

to revive your melodious harmony

 for us.