Teardrop of a golden fig

I'm the flower sweetest among flowers
Protected by snakes on a Plexus Solaris
As a treasure of wisdom dormant
That opens from within

When the sun says its quatrain
In the midday pondering existence
Warms my heart full of tiny pearls
For necklace of SOPHIA eternal

I melt my sugar as a teardrop
To cure the wounds of past suffers
Leaking on your body between two breast
To sleep in the hole of the navel

For another thousand years