With the white light as the sole veil of our souls,
So you came to the bank of the river,Your forehead as snow-white touched gently my forehead
And we became the fire of the mind, a white flame twin,
I know you hear me, I know you hear me, I know you hear me,
Let’s go up the ladder
That the angels descend the spring!
From my palms you’ll get the bluest star,
But that’s what you know from somewhere!
