Pretty like Venus,
She is a flower in the wind.
They say delicacy was her weakness,
A fool to think her weak when she is kind.

Loveable like Venus,
She is able to guard hearts.
But let me tell you between us:
She might just built a Trojan horse.

Prosperous like Venus,
She will share with you her fortune.
Her grains will give you freeness
From hunger that would torture.

A victress like Venus,
Every spite we have to endure and
The dreams we carry within us,
All of this makes us a woman.