In the tall grasses, in the middle of the fields
Feeling your back behind another back
Two worlds led and secret,
Will open to the touch of feelings,
Own palms, shoulders, chest, belly and hips

Plunging into creation again,
In sweet moments, satisfying the parting,
Presenting memories as the gifts
And waves of slow touches
Near the shores

Cheeks will be painted with dawn,
And they will announce, like bird voices,
Heat-filled cooling wet sand,
About the approach of hot feelings.

A smile will slightly open lips,
Shine fun, the depthed of eyest.

Two worlds, led and secret,
Will merge into the creation of one
For new incarnations
In the tall grasses, in the middle of the fields.

The forgotten gates will open
In the Heavenly Temple.
And two great illuminated Deities,
They will descend to the firmament of the earth,
The finding birth in consciousness.

Feelings will pourfrom body to body
With new power, a fulling from the inside.
Overflowing over the edges,
Trickling down legs to the ground,
Where having appeared again,
The source of life will flare up,
Illuminating eternity outside deaths
For billions of new years.

And inspired see we
the world, born in the midst of the universe
For billions of new years...