Sitting alone at night in secret study
It is placed upon a brass tripod
A slight flame comes out of the emptiness
Which should not be believed in vain
Sitting alone at night in secret study
It is placed upon a brass tripod
The wand in the hand is placed
In the middle of the tripod’s legs
With water, he sprinkles both the hem of his garment
And his foot
Hope is not a dream
But a way of making dreams become reality
Sitting alone at night in secret study
It is placed upon a brass tripod
A voice, fear, he trembles in his robes