My eagle is awake
Grasp at new light
Repel the tender birds
Thus stood Zoroaster still
He remained, lost in abeyance

My house being now at rest
The fanning of cedars made a breeze
The breeze blew from the turret
My senses all suspended

To come to the pleasure you have not
To come to the knowledge you have not
To come to the possession you have not
To come to the creation you have not

The lion shook its head and wondered
I heard the great cry of distress
Here is indeed the stone
I come to seduce your last sin

I've searched my soul
I've searched the world
At the summit my morning is not
At the summit my hour is not
Arise now
Arise now
Thou great noontide
Thou great madness