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So we flew across deep space.

Heavenly bodies darted past,
The ball we call earth slowly sank,
And we all found ourselves in feverish anticipation.

We climbed silently through the night ---

Then, finally, as the morning was still gray,
A shimmering splendor glimmered far away,
And the devil yelled tremulously: "Look!
Look and grasp it!
We've reached our goal!" And the screws piped,
And the airship hurdled like a bolt
toward the box with screaming might --

But the devil, in his hastiness,
hadn't thought of the two women:
Hope and Falsehood, I mean.
Who were holding true in their watch of the box.
With swords of flame and a magical look
They banished our airship,
And from whichever side we approached,
Their watchfulness held us back,
And the devil began to doubt our chances...

Then Don Juan cried suddenly with proud confidence:
"Here, let me do it! They're women, after all!"
And he pulled his mandolin forth
and belted out in a bright, clear tenor: