A Song in Honor of Martina Arroyo
My first Aida,
You graced a house lamented and lost.
Forma divina,
You sang a slave who would not be crossed.
Mia dolce Aida,
Others sang, but you commanded
Destiny's spinto,
Forever firm, forever candid.
My first Aida,
Mistress of all that is humane.
O patria mia
Other Aidas we must sustain.
Forever vincitor,
Nourishing the preludes of others,
We tremble at your triumphs
For your sisters and brothers.
My only Aida--
Martina...