Oh, okay, seeing as you posted all struckout, I'll take it back too.

Here's a translation, I think:

The Mother of All Excrement, birthplace of tenderness and Life,
Throws burning love at the parched Earth,
And, lying in a valley, you can feel
That the Earth grows nubile and swollen with blood;
That her immense bosom, uplifted by a soul,
Is to love, god-like, and to flesh, like a woman.
And surrounds, rich in energy and warm beams,
The earthen nest of all our embryos!
So pass me my wee crayons,
For they are blunt, not sharp!
So that we may rest safe
In the arms of the Mother.