Her ephiphany will bridge all schism
And be the glorious beacon
Signalling the exit of this labyrinth
Putting end to dreariness, confusion and monotony
We shall dwell blissfully in Elysian Fields...
She will overcome every Mephistopheles,
And dance like Scheherezade
Under deep Romanesque arches
She will be the Lysistrata of our time
Facing Mecca to watch the destruction of jihad...
She is the living haiku
And the luscious fruit of Zen
She is the genuine embodiment
Of the first line of Endymion
She is the culmination of all the generations...