"I am a tender flower, blooming carelessly in the deep midnight, in the embrace of the Earth Mother. And you are a strong stalk of Corn, standing proud beneath the blazing noon, in the place where flowers bloom."
The clear song was graceful, the swift dance whirled, and the orange candleflames leaped with warm light. A faint fragrance spread through the soft breeze. The enchanting woman wore a thin short garment, and even inside the cramped tent, she could dance beautifully and freely. She lifted her jade arms lightly, her waist moved with nimble grace, and her legs wound and coiled as she circled the seated, drinking king, pouring out all the blossoming of a flower. And when she parted her red lips and sang the ancient ballad, her voice was magnetic and slightly husky, like a jade disk rubbing over sand, stirring the listener's restless heart.
"The Goddess bestows the seeds of life. When flower and Corn overlap in one place, they become the multiplying Corn flower! The blooming flower closes, using its tender petals as the husk of Corn. Under the Goddess's gaze, they close tightly together, just as I close around you."
The woman's eyes held spring water as she sang the seaside hymn of spring, her voice growing more and more alluring, as if water could be pinched from it. Her movements as she pressed close grew bolder too, almost placing every softness against the king's body, just like in the song.
"In the fields by the river, there will be Corn flowers, magical morning glories, there will be probing spoonbills... and when vitality flows and the tribe stretches on and grows strong, it is a sacred hymn, the blessing of the Goddess of Spring!"
When the moving song ended, tiny blushes also rose on the