Mujer: no eres sólo la obra maestra de Dios, sino también la de los hombres, que te adornan con la belleza de sus corazones.

Los poetas bordan tus velos con el hilo de oro de su fantasía, y los pintores inmortalizan la forma de tu cuerpo.

El mar da sus perlas, las minas su oro y el jardín de verano sus flores para embellecerte.

El deseo del hombre glorifica tu juventud.

Eres mitad mujer y mitad sueño.

O woman, you are not merely the handiwork of God, but also of men; these are ever endowing you with beauty from their hearts.

Poets are weaving for you a web with threads of golden imagery; painters are giving your form ever new immortality.

The sea gives its pearls, the mines their gold, the summer gardens their flowers to deck you, to cover you, to make you more precious.

The desire of men's hearts has shed its glory over your youth.

You are one half woman and one half dream.