Aiwaz! Confirm my troth with thee! my will inspire With secret s**m of subtle, free, creating Fire! Mould thou my very flesh as Thine, renew my birth In childhood merry as divine, enchanted earth! Dissolve my rapture in Thine own, a sacred slaughter Whereby to capture and atone the soul of water! Fill thou my mind with gleaming Thought intense and rare To One refined, outflung to naught, the Word of Air! Most, bridal bound, my quintessential Form thus freeing From self, be found one Selfhood blend in Spirit Being.