Oh Mujer
Carlos Carabajal
Oh Woman
Woman who is in my song
And in my noble feelings
Here I raise you this offering
Devotion of thoughts
You are the sacred fire
That breathes eternal life
You are a breath of God
Upon maternal flesh
Mother, sister, my wife
Bride of my green years
Blessed source in which I wash
My forehead from disillusionment
Pure love that I idealize
Like the star to whom I sing
Vibration of my tenderness
That should have solidified in tears
Mother and nothing more than a mother
Woman with a goddess soul
Who gave you divine grace
Like perfume to the rose
