Rejoice, the Nations. Sing God-civilization hymns!
Dance in joy indefatigable!
The tables are covered with immortal viands.
At the tables of knights valiant, beautiful maidens.
They boarded the White ship, the magic tablecloth.
With us the hosts of protectors of the good private.
And-flew on the wings of the wind, wings waving
then in the rhythm of prestissimo, then Adagio.
Crippled invalids got up from their beds
and joined the good spirits of private,
and-to dance With the mother of God!...
From the poetry book 'the Age of the great Mother'