Soft enchanting music darkness bring
When autumn winds lay your body down
four queens ascend through the cosmic soil
Somewhere in your eyes the night flew by
seeds transpired from the light
No pulse of time no rhythm and no rhyme
enter dreams enter me cavern cold as ice
Across the spheres every dream commence
as tongues begin by your will to dance
Hear Agrat bat Mahlat sing to thee
The Sirens call of a nightingale
invoked arrives pleasures to unveil
