From the deeps of the sacred earth
The sublime palace comes forth and mounts upward.
When she has made an end, the Gardens of Babylon sing their laud of Semiramis:
Glory to Semiramis,
Who reared us up on the arches of the great bridges
Whose span outraceth time.
This great queen was wont to delight herself beneath our floating branches;
In the midst of the ruin of two empires
She laughed in our groves,
She was happy in our green places;