Before the Passion

If you really wanted this, then

You shouldn't have been allowed to emerge from a woman's body:

Saviors must be mined in the mountains,

Where hard is hewn from hardness.

Aren't you sorry, to have laid

waste to your lovely valley? Look at my weakness,

I only have streams of milk and tears,

And you were always more than I.

You were announced to me with such extravagance.

Why didn't you just step out of me wild?

If all you need is tigers to tear you up,

Why was I raised with the women folk,

To weave a soft and fine garb for you,

So that not even the trace

of a seam would bother you: that was my entire life,

and now you suddenly turn nature on its head.