Oh Muse I call thee! Sing me the song of the human soul!
May thy words sound as thunder so that all man may hear your message!
I call thee! Oh manifestation of inspiration move me brightly!  
Oh adoration of faith, reward of virtue’s gentle embrace.
Oh sweet Nuit your gentle kiss shall fill my heart with a trembling breath.
Your figure is slender as a ghost of kindness long since passed,
your eyes in silence echo the muse’s disregarded tune at last.
Oh revelation of the face, take up your sandy wings.
Rise up over the Earth just as you emerge from Nun,
that primordial darkness of insecurity that rough sea of regret.
Behold the last great voice has spoken! The third pillar lost, the tabernacle is broken.
Divine Truth, nothing-earthly gives or can destroy, the soul’s calm sunshine of spiritual joy.
Oh stone rejected by the builders, ascend to become the keystone of the living Arch.
May your rays forever illuminate the Earth!
Long live the Brothers who exhort this beauty… for they are the Sons of the East.