The goddess in the dressing-room

What a chaotic

Household!

What an erotic

Myriad!

All these niches,

All these canopies,

All these tables,

All these stands!

Compartments, niches,

All hung with tassels;

Pearls and gemstones

All in little caskets!

Gleaming rings,

Shimmering chains,

Golden baubles!

Silver leaves!

Needles & pins,

Hooks and eyelets,

Threads and twines,

Patches and mendings!

All kinds of wrappings,

All kinds of ribbons,

All kinds of gussets,

All kinds of stripings!

In the confusion

Of colorful tangles,

From confusion

Fears one's glance.

What a powerful

Sorceress must be,

That of this division

Can force a unity?

There from the portals

She walks in.

Look at the ribbons!

Just look at the clasps!

All these effects,

How they bestir themselves,

From their little niches

All hopping towards her.

All the little knick-knacks

Ribbons, stays,

Around her fingers,

Surrounding her limbs!

Suddenly from bottom

To top she stands

All with colorful

Spangles wrapped around her.

Everything, how it orders itself

Still and harmoniously,

Reposes itself, contents itself,

To her powerful will.

The elements

Has she bound,

Has in the separateness

Sensed a Whole.

And from the living

Inner breath

Comes to her the surroundings

Life finally as well.

Creator, Unfolder,

Heavenly Ornament,

Do you stand before me,

The Muse of Formation?

Or are You, Love,

Accorder,

Of earthly Enmeshment

The Simplifier?

For only you both

Unify

The colorful jewelry

Of human existence.

For only you both

Transform nothingness,

Chaos, into raiment

Of heavenly light.