At the bottom of the holy temple
Adorned with flowers and gold,
A woman appears!
I think I see her again!
A woman appears!
I think she see again!
The prostrate crowd
Looks at her, astonished,
And whispers in a low voice:
See, it is the goddess!
Who in the shadows raises up
And stretches out its arms towards us!
Its veil is lifted!
O vision! o dream!
The crowd is on its knees!
Yes, it's her!
It's the goddess
most charming and most beautiful!
Yes, it It's her!
It's the goddess
who comes down among us!
Her veil is lifted and the crowd is on its knees!
But through the crowd
She opens a passage!
Her long veil already
Hides her face from us!
My gaze, alas!
Search for her in vain!
She flees!
br/>She's fleeing!
Yes, it's her! It's the goddess!
On this day that comes to unite us,
And faithful to my promise,
Like a brother I want to cherish you!
It's her, is the goddess
Who comes on this day to unite us!
Yes, let us share the same fate,
Let us be united until death!

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