After a thunderstorm late at night

Depressed goddess, today you have become a curtain of fog,

hanging high, covering my window lattice.

Pale snowflakes danced horribly,

The swollen rivers rang with horrifying sounds.

Ah! You rely on the sudden flash of electric light,

with the unruly roar of thunder in the valley,

with the smoke in the valley, the magician girl,

breeding this kind of Deadly poisonous wine!

I have been trembling all over at midnight these past few days,

listening to your roaring voice of sadness and joy,

looking at your bright eyes, looking at your With his right hand

he drew a thunderbolt and violently split the heaven.

Just like this, you walked towards my lonely bed,

fully armed, flashing the light of swords,

knocking on my doors and windows with bronze chains,

Speak to me: "Listen, who am I!

I am the great and immortal Amazon, ①

I am by no means like that little bird who clings to others Women,

I hate men, and I also mock men,

I am a female warrior, a victor, and a tigress

In my life! There are dead people under my feet, and torches are thrown from my angry eyes.

My thoughts are poisonous - kneel down and beg for mercy!

Otherwise, maggots! , rot! Will-o'-the-wisp, extinguish it!"

Kimmelwalter in 1871