When the Goddess of Love from the land of the Flood
Greets the Goddess of Love from the country of Fire,
Then the nightingale sings, the white dove hovers
And the young seed bursts in the womb of desire.
Then the mud runs black and the flood loves the rain
And the scarab hurries with the ball of the Sun,
And the eggs all hatch in the lap of the River,
The throat of the Earth sings the One Life Giver,
And the dance of the Light has begun.