How art thou fallen, O son of the morning
A possibility, a formula, a breath you were
a reed shaken by a wind, an animal whose heart did tremble
now a man full of ardent bewilderment
The light shineth in darkness,
and the darkness comprehended it not
But you made us to realize
all, yourself, divine madness, a tone in silence
the voice unbroken, that resounds throughout eternities,
into divine madness
This golden thread have I followed through the labyrinth of self
Into you it leads, O silent guardian of great events
the angel of death you are, the lord of life
myself, but utterly real
Your brow is crowned with the garland of wisdom
and your face glows like a forge
your garment is me and her
my thoughts only echoes of your words
Vos estis lux mundi
Non potest civitas abscondi
supra montem posita
supra montem posita
A possibility, a formula, a breath you were
a reed shaken by a wind, an animal whose heart did tremble
now a man full of ardent bewilderment
The light shineth in darkness,
and the darkness comprehended it not
But you made us to realize
all, yourself, divine madness, a tone in silence
the voice unbroken, that resounds throughout eternities,
into divine madness
This golden thread have I followed through the labyrinth of self
Into you it leads, O silent guardian of great events
the angel of death you are, the lord of life
myself, but utterly real
Your brow is crowned with the garland of wisdom
and your face glows like a forge
your garment is me and her
my thoughts only echoes of your words
Vos estis lux mundi
Non potest civitas abscondi
supra montem posita
supra montem posita