With her pearly, undulating dresses,⏎ Even when she's walking, she seems to be dancing⏎ Like those long snakes which the holy fakirs⏎ Set swaying in cadence on the end of their staffs.⏎ ⏎ Like the dull sand and the blue of deserts,⏎ Both of them unfeeling toward human suffering,⏎ Like the long web of the ocean's billows,⏎ She unfurls herself with unconcern.⏎ ⏎ Her glossy eyes are made of charming minerals⏎ And in that nature, symbolic and strange,⏎ Where pure angel is united with ancient sphinx,⏎ ⏎ Where everything is gold, steel, light and diamonds,⏎ There glitters forever, like a useless star,⏎ The frigid majesty of the sterile woman.🏁

With her pearly, undulating dresses,⏎ Even when she's walking, she seems to be dancing⏎ Like those long snakes which the holy fakirs⏎ Set swaying in cadence on the end of their staffs.⏎ ⏎ Like the dull sand and the blue of deserts,⏎ Both of them unfeeling toward human suffering,⏎ Like the long web of the ocean's billows,⏎ She unfurls herself with unconcern.⏎ ⏎ Her glossy eyes are made of charming minerals⏎ And in that nature, symbolic and strange,⏎ Where pure angel is united with ancient sphinx,⏎ ⏎ Where everything is gold, steel, light and diamonds,⏎ There glitters forever, like a useless star,⏎ The frigid majesty of the sterile woman.🏁