This woman came out of sea-foam,
Covered her nakedness with her hand,
And got lost in a mortal crowd.
A sweaty baker was breathing over his bags of flour,
A sweaty carpenter was fitting a board to a board,
Two barbers were looking out their window sadly.
This woman came out of sea-foam
And got lost in the crowd.
Behind the city walls flies were devouring dung.
An old woman with a crutch was running away from death.
An infant was keeping porridge behind his cheek.
This woman came out of sea-foam
And got lost in the crowd.
On the way back from the fields, people recognized her,
Bowed to her and invited her in
And, pressing their cheeks to their infants, whispered:
"This woman came out of sea-foam,
And she is filled with a will
That brings ease wherever she goes."