Judia Rara
Moreira da Silva
Rare Jewess
The rose can't compare
To this rare Jewess
Raised in my country
Thornless love rose
Says they are my caresses
And I am a happy man
The eyes of this Jewess
Full of love and poetry
Sleeps the mystery of the night
Shines the miracle of the day
Her red mouth
Is a unique flower
And my desire a bee
Dancing around her.
