The Queen honey bee Addressed first the divinity: Beyond her human right This woman is too lovely Her skin under the sunlight Stole the color of honey
Then came the raven, gray and gloomy Supreme being, hidden in the heathers I lost both pride and beauty The blue shine of my feathers Now inspires so much pity
The bat appeared quite unsure In front of the deity Now, the night is not so pure Her black hair - celestial city Seeing them, my eyes now blink I fly away full of pity Fearing this black fountain of ink
Then the panda came and wept: The bamboo turned stiff and yellow Compared to her silhouette Oh pity for the bow! Bent like her from head to toe
The old turtle arrived late Forty-eight years already Against her, I should recriminate ‘Cause her youth remains steady
At the end the creator replied: These blessings she deserves them all For if you knew her dark side And her sorrow as a whole These griefs that tear you apart Would seem the tiniest toll.
