Oh, Notre Dame de Paris, symbol of Parisian pride, ever since your birth in 1345 you have stood as a mighty symbol of Parisian pride and religious faith. Your children have bathed in your glory through the ages and loved you.
Oh, Notre Dame de Paris, you beautiful landmark, one of your sons has used you as the backdrop to weave one of the finest works of fiction featuring a tragic love story where a lustful archdeacon, an egotistical knight and an angry, deaf hunchback bell ringer seek the hand of a beautiful gypsy girl whose beauty and dances have fascinated all three.
Oh, Notre Dame de Paris, you beautiful triumph of Gothic architecture, have survived looters, neglect, riots, Napolean, a revolution and Nazi bombings. All it took was a fire to destroy your majesty.
Oh, Notre Dame de Paris, you wonderful cathedral of Paris, do you not hear and see your children crying in the streets as you burn and your mighty spires topple over, denying future generations of their splendor.
Oh, Notre Dame de Paris, the lifeblood of al Parisians and pride of France, do you hear the loud cries of foreigners who come for miles to bear witness to your majesty now must bear in mind that most of you have now perished in a fire.
Oh, Notre Dame de Paris, proud cathedral of Paris, do you hear the laments of this writer whose heart was moved by the novel you son has written and written in great detail only today to hear the news of your timely death. Your original splendor he will never see in his lifetime.
Oh, Notre Dame de Paris, mighty cathedral, one of your sons has promised to rebuild you, but you will not be the same cathedral that millions around the world have come for miles to visit and admire your beauty. You will be given new additions but your original splendor is now lost to time.
Oh, Notre Dame de Paris, fallen saint of Paris, the world mourns your destruction and will forever remember your original splendor and will be celebrated in the book one of your sons has written that has captivated your beauty. May you rest in peace, oh darling of Paris.