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
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