Translated by: Petar Volnarovski
You beg him, the only one at God’s,
for a rib of your own.
You beg him, the only one of God’s,
with a moon-silver moan.
You beg him, the only one of God’s,
for a spot of his bed you gonna own.
You beg him, the only one at God’s,
you beg for your turn to come,
You, the only one at God’s,
the first Woman to become.