Along the meadows and valleys

one who appears as a queen regularly passes

drawn by the dark woods

her quickness measured like that of an eagle



with the icy frost of a thundering waterfall

her soul is cleansed

like a god

She thinks alone



Beloved by a god

immortal

under his protection

she exists



with infinite pleasure

she glimpses a different world



to her, the endlessly beautiful

yet indomitable one

the god Wotan himself

prepares to come forth



with a roaring of thunder

and the torrent of a cyclone

in human form

he reveals himself before her



in a sudden peace

with the dancing of forest souls

the pleasure of the gods

is made known to her



with infinite pleasure

she glimpses a different world



with the look of a demon

as seen from the outside

within one damned by the people

sprouts a godlike fruit



on human flesh

according to Wotan's wish

she fed uninhibited

so that his son would be strong



in this area thus damned

a mere man sometimes gets lost

so that the nourishment

of the god's princess should occur



on a sunny day

after the blissful pain

a great spirit

the light of the world came forth



at the celebration where

each one drunk of the nectar of the gods

with a majestic name

the heavenly son is christened



his name

awakens a sacred fear

Azothien

shall be his name



fed on heavenly nectar

the princess' son grows

a robust man

is already perceived

with the passing of baths in forest springs

a year of life has already passed