Praise to the Goddess of Ballet

Oh great mistress of movement, Swan Lake goddess, the stage craves your delicate nature.

You wear the river in your skirts, and bear the sun in your face

Flowing, running, streaming across the barren wooden plains of the stage.

Shinning like the sun on the summer solace, undying light radiates from you.

You fly across the stage in a series of fluttering leaps and culminating in the finest arabesque man has yet to see.

The whole world adores your never ceasing talent and flawless entrechats.

The performance is the worst by mortal eyes, is the best by the eyes of gods.

Your body, symbolic of the undying strife and constant work, is fairer than that of Aphrodite's.

We praise your satin shoes from the ribbons to the rosin covered toes.

We worship the talent, Oh the talent, oh the talent you posses.

The stupendous grande jete, the stunning developes, and the overwhelming pirouettes,

make all mortals tremble in supreme awe at the unearthly performer.

No need of barre to perform any movement, even the dreaded allongees and attitudes.

We adore your never ending and ever flowing talent,

We praise you, we sing to you, oh prima ballerina, first lady of the stage.

Your aptitude outshines every dancer in every Corps de Ballet around the planet.

You are the epitome of dancers everywhere and for this we extol you .