Go forth, female soul, with my ghost in thy breast!

Make love together in the shade of great Tarum,

Of him whom fear of me hath frozen the breath!”

“Ough! Ough!”

grunted the priests and magicians.

“Go forth, male spirit, with my ghost in thy hand!

Go forth, female soul, with my ghost in thy breast!

Love one another that the crops of our land

May marry as well and be as fruitful as thee!”

“Ough! Ough!”