Woman Rebirth

Twenty-nine sisters were playing and beautifully growing,

Together they supported eachother, harmonizing,

They were eagerly waiting for the one big, stunning day,

When the girl in their story will grow to shine like a sun ray.

Fondness and Simpathy were strolling, holding hands,

Near a big lake which seemed to have no certain ends,

When in the cristal water they saw little Shining,

Who together with Harmony was smiling and bathing.

Kindness and Righteousness were happy singing,

When near by walked in Excitability, happily smiling,

Delicacy and Compassion were savoring the music,

When Coquetry came, full of laghter and magic.

Softness and Benevolence were working on a dress,

Distinction was making sure that this was not a mess,

Cuteness and Elegance were moving full of happiness,

When in the working room came in Suaveness.

Intuition and Naturelness were listening, drinking tea,

To a story beautifully told by the not so small, Purity,

Who was sometimes interrupted by Sensitivity,

Who was giving the small details about fellings, see?

Empathy was hiding, when near her came Gentleness,

After that she was followed closely in by the bright Finesse,

Grace and Innocence came as well, flowing side by side,

Wanting to invite all of them to come and dance outside.

Tenderness and Beauty were working on a flower crown,

Wanted so very much by the girl with the unfinished gown.

Happilly were they when with flowers walked in Serenity,

Followed shyly and uncertain by the smallest, Vulnerability.

Days slipped by, nights slipped by and the little girl was not,

In the untold stories by the sisters she was being sought,

Panicked, anxious they decided something should be done,

From story to story to understand where the little girl has gone.

In the biggest evening of all, when all were gathered outside,

Near a big fire which was beautifully glowing out of sight,

Being all of them harmonized on a single scope and purpose,

The Divine transformed them all in a single but big motion.

A beautiful Woman appeared in the fire, to their aim,

That's when the twenty-nine sisters understood the magical game,

The Woman has in her all the twenty-nine sisters and qualities,

Who beautifully play so she can shine and tease.

~ Romanian version ~

Doua-zeci-și-nouă de surori se jucau frumos, cresteau,

Impreuna se sustineau si se armonizau,

Asteptau cu nerabdare acea zi cea mare,

Cand fetița din povestea lor se va face mare.

Duiosia, Gingășia se plimbau usor de mana

Pe langa un lac mare, intins cu o apa lina,

Si in apa cristalina au zarit-o pe Stralucire

Ce impreuna cu Armonia, se spalau cu voiosie.

Bunatatea si Candoarea cantau linistite,

Cand in pajistea de langa veni Emotivitate.

Delicatetea si Compasiunea savurau din cantec,

Cand Cochetaria veni cu un cristalin raset.

Blandetea si Bunavointa lucrau la o rochita,

Distinctia le oferea detalii de cum ar veni pe fetiță.

Dragalasenia si Eleganta se plimbau satisfacute,

Cand in camera de lucru intra armonios Suavitate.

Intuitia, Naturaletea ascultau cate-o poveste,

Istorisita frumos de nici mai mica, Puritate,

Intrerupta uneori emotionant de Sensibilitate,

Ce dadea detalii atente legate de simțăminte.

Empatia statea ascunsa, cand veni langa ea Gentiletea,

Dupa ea intra atenta, incet, usor dar sigur, Frumusetea.

Gratia si Inocenta li se alaturara intr-o curgere usoara,

Cautand sa le convinga pe toate sa iasa afara.

Tandretea si Finetea dichiseau o coronita,

Dorita mult de aceeasi fetita cu rochita.

Fericite fura cand cu mai multe flori veni Seninatate,

Urmata sfios, nesigur, de cea mai mica, Vulnerabilitate.

Trecea zi, trecea si noapte si fetita nu venea,

Doar in povestile neterminate se revedea,

Panicate, ingrijorate au decis ceva sa faca,

Din poveste, in poveste, pe fetita sa o refaca.

Si in seara cea mai mare cand toate s-au strans afara,

Langa un foc mare ce stralucea in neagra seara,

Fiind toate armonizate catre-un singur tel si scop,

Divinitatea le transformă frumos chiar dintr-un hop.

Si o Femeie minunata aparu in magicul foc,

Atunci au inteles cele doua-zeci-și-nouă acest magic joc,

Femeia are in ea pe toate cele doua-zeci-și-nouă de surori,

Ce frumos se joaca pentru ca ea sa poata face furori.