Lulled to rest in the darkness hiding your treasures
I will make the world obey
Some seven days
Modestly virtuous, but not without illustrious intellect
Take this pouring vessel with eyes still dazed
Fill the vacant place, there
And suddenly, of a free woman comes a bond-slave
Accepting the sickness that must overtake us
Only then
Can these rituals remain
Whether they help or harm
No one knows