It is the world's first morning

It is the world's first morning.

Like a misty flower exhaled by the night

on the new breath rising from the waters

a blue garden opens out.

Everything is still mingled and mixed:

leaves rustling, birds singing,

wings fluttering,

gushing streams, voices of air, voices of water -

an immense murmuring,

yet all composed of silence.

Opening her soft vague eyes to the light,

the divine young Eve

has awoken out of God,

and the world spreads at her feet like a beautiful dream.

And God said to her: "Go, human child,

and give to all the beings I've created

a word from your lips,

a sound to know them by."

And Eve, obedient to her lord,

went out into her thicket of roses,

and gave to all things

a word, a sound from her flowerlike lips -

scurrying things, breathing things, flying things...

Meanwhile the day passes, and the Garden,

hazy at dusk as at dawn,

falls asleep and slips away

into the silence of a blue dream.

The voice has stopped, but everything listens for it,

everything remains expectant,

until at the rising of the moon

Eve sings.