She for whom the angels fell,
Adam's daughter like a rose,
charmed from heaven, promised hell,
sweet fragrance ever will draw those.
Her beauty everlasting seen,
captures in a moment's pining,
like insects who once seemed so keen.
as if in amber, brightly shining,
It's futile to resist! She says,
That flaw for mankind's sake.
No glory have you seen these days,
You'll take it to your wake.
Once given to her majesty,
your line continues long,
so close to final destiny,
detoured by passion's song.
What is conceived by such a plan,
tormented by one's brain?
That man should be without woman,
can naught but drive insane.