Women,dazzling diamonds and glittering jewellery...
have won you illusory majesty
But what's left around you is only snobbish poison,
the odour of arrogance and alluring but fatal fragrance
Women, when you once again salute wealth,
hail fame and extol power,
please do not ask about the thrush which sang to you
It has flown away...
because it has sung itself hoarse
Its golden voice has perished...
for the sake of its real, dignified and pure soul
