O true Daughter,
O true young singer,
O true vintage melody,
O spirit of the proverb’s last word,
Intuit the rhythm!
O only receiver
of the three promises of the Divine nature,
(live, love, breathe)
Perceive life and death!
O black-haired onyx stone,
O white-haired mouth of rosehip,
Boil water o’er the fire!
O Steeping tea of herbs, infusions of the soul,
O Poultice of medicinal worth,
O Tincture of the master’s hand,
O Ointment of the camphor’s cool,
O Triad with the drum beat,
Reweave
eternal destiny!
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