Nobody knows how much weight the overwhelmed,
and endured many struggles in life,
Until they finally fell!
Who has not seen women out of breath
zealously cling to virtue
and withstand the harsh wind of vice
with a calm attitude?
Drop of water hanging from a branch
the wind stirs and shakes;
Pearl the calyx of the flower sheds,
and that is mud to fall!
But you can still drop pilgrim
regain its lost purity,
and emerge from the dust, crystalline,
and before the light shine.
Let love women fall
let the dust of their vital heat,
because all regained new life
with light and love.
and endured many struggles in life,
Until they finally fell!
Who has not seen women out of breath
zealously cling to virtue
and withstand the harsh wind of vice
with a calm attitude?
Drop of water hanging from a branch
the wind stirs and shakes;
Pearl the calyx of the flower sheds,
and that is mud to fall!
But you can still drop pilgrim
regain its lost purity,
and emerge from the dust, crystalline,
and before the light shine.
Let love women fall
let the dust of their vital heat,
because all regained new life
with light and love.
— Victor Hugo
*(translated)
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