Throned in splendor, deathless, O Zahmekoses
Childe of Abhorash, charm-fashioner, I entreat you
Not with griefs and bitterness to break my spirit,
O Prince...

Standing by me rather, if once before now
Far away you heard, when I called upon you,
Left your Sire's dwelling place and descended,

Down in speed aslant the black world,
The bright air trembling at the heart
To the pulse of countless fluttering wingbeats

Swiftly then came you, blessed Lord,
Smiling on me out of immortal beauty,
Asked me what affliction was on me, why
I called thus upon you

What beyond all else I would have
Befall my tortured heart, "Whom
Then would you have Persuasion
Force to serve desire in your heart?"

In splendor come, even again, and set me
Free from doubt and sorrow, accomplish
All those things my heart desires to be done,
Appear and stand at my shoulder

Like the very Gods in my sight is he who
Sits where he can look in my eyes, who
Listens close to me, to hear the soft voice,
Its sweetness murmur in love and laughter

All for him. But it breaks my spirit
Underneath my breast all the heart
Is shaken. Let me only glance where you
Are, the voice dies, I can say nothing.

But my lips are stricken to silence,
Underneath my skin, the tenuous flame suffuses
Nothing shows in front of my eyes
My ears are muted in thunder

And the sweat breaks, running upon me
Fever shakes my body, paler I turn than moonlight is
I can feel that I have been changed
I feel that death has come near me

Some there are who say that the fairest
Thing seen on the black earth is an array
of horsemen, some men marching

Some would say ships, but I say he whom
One loves best is the grandest. Light
Was the work to make this plain to
All that he surpasses in beauty all mortality.

His touch persuading my heart easily,
Light thing, palpitant to passion as I
Am, remembering him, whose confident walk

And the shining pallor of his face
I would rather see before my eyes
Than the Garden in all its glory.

Penned by my hand on the 11th of Lanosian, in the year 100 MA.