The glorious enchanted she-spider Is weaving her web again The lights of the street lamps are wider And branches are drenched with rain The light of the moon pours diffusely Through fog upon the ground, The headlights of cars shine profusely And through them the web is wound - Night cloudy and full of vapor: Night foggy that pours forth soul The den of enchanted she-spider Holds heart and then makes it whole Caressing, expressing, impressing - Delirium it will instil To all of the world's faults confessing And from it forging Will Which she will in her web hold And make it bear great fruit: Who knows it? Who ever told? And if so, who could refute? The glorious enchanted she-spider: She who makes love from pain, Beauty and truth beside her: Fog, and beyond it, rain: Tender still night, and silent And in it dwells respite: Indigo, yellow, violet - Greet this, the holy night! Greet she-spider, her the angel Of beauty and delight, Greet the intent and danger - Greet and gain second sight! Greet her, she's again here Showing what's warm and sweet, Greet her, and her revere: And in her web let's meet - There within her embraces! In her web midst the trees! There where she life entrances - And puts the mind at ease - While making it to blossom And bear the fruit that's true.
She-spider! You are awesome! And I thank you for you! by Ilya Shambat