Oh Mujer

Woman who is in my song
And in my noble feelings
Here I raise you this offering
Devotion of thoughts

You are the sacred fire
That breathes eternal life
You are a breath of God
Upon maternal flesh

Mother, sister, my wife
Bride of my green years
Blessed source in which I wash
My forehead from disillusionment

Pure love that I idealize
Like the star to whom I sing
Vibration of my tenderness
That should have solidified in tears

Mother and nothing more than a mother
Woman with a goddess soul
Who gave you divine grace
Like perfume to the rose