Let me sleep, for my soul is intoxicated with love and
Let me rest, for my spirit has had its bounty of days and nights
Light the candles and burn the incense around my bed, and
Scatter leaves of jasmine and roses over my body
Embalm my hair with frankincense and sprinkle my feet with perfume,
And read what the hand of death has written on my forehead.
Let me rest, for my spirit has had its bounty of days and nights
Light the candles and burn the incense around my bed, and
Scatter leaves of jasmine and roses over my body
Embalm my hair with frankincense and sprinkle my feet with perfume,
And read what the hand of death has written on my forehead.
Let me rest in the arms of slumber, for my open eyes are tired
Let the silver-stringed lyre quiver and soothe my spirit
Weave from the harp and lute a veil around my withering heart.
Sing of the past as you behold the dawn of hope in my eyes, for
It's magic meaning is a soft bed upon which my heart rests.
Dry your tears, my friends, and raise your heads as the flowers
Raise their crowns to greet the dawn.
Look at the bride of death standing like a column of light
Between my bed and the infinite
Hold your breath and listen with me to the beckoning rustle of
Her white wings.
Come close and bid me farewell touch my eyes with smiling lips.
Let the children grasp my hands with soft and rosy fingers
Let the ages place their veined hands upon my head and bless me
Let the virgins come close and see the shadow of god in my eyes,
And hear the echo of his will racing with my breath.
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