Let there be howls the size of the Moon,
And Silence grow in drops of Shadow
Let the fire fight against the Great Darkness
Let there be Rain for ages,
Making us forget the heat of the Sun
Let there be stones ripped off from their bedrock,
Dragged into dust by wind and water of the Great River
Ask the disobedient Angel about the feeling of flying,
Or else make bonds with the White Unicorn.
Let the Nymph become a Butterfly,
And let the Butterfly be crushed by the hungry Tiger
Do not say a word to the old Carp in trance
Pass through the Swamps without pulling the Mandrake roots,
They are the Semen, they are not the Food.
Find the endless Lowland filled with nothing but melting Light
Reach the Mountain surrounded by the Emptiness,
And climb it as far as you can see
Find that sacred place where Time stays still,
And the juicy fruits fall rotten to the ground
That's where I will be
That's where I will build my Empire.