Dedicated to my dearest mother.

She's flawless,

Her heart is myrrh

And made of frankincense.

She has the allure of warmth.

Her grace spreads

Beneath her wings,

To the lambs and pilgrims

Whom she brought forth into the world.

The earth cradles her heart of faith,

Its chambers forever in her favour.

She is of the root of mighty men

From ancient times.

Even the heavens

Are in her favour.

Her beauty, a constant radiance;

Violets are her grace in colours.

She whispers to the winds,

And they cradle her words with care.

A love of golden heart,

Strong as bronze.

She's a woman warrior,

Her arsenal is her little cherubs.

They shall scale the mountains

For her sake.

Heed, O universe,

For even lords are in her favour,

And at her mercy.

At her sight, they quiver at her grace.

O dazzling flower, the earth is graced

And blessed, for you were given to her.

For thou art imperishable,

For the earth is in thy favour,

And so is its Creator.