[Chorus, singing at the back]
Forefathers of my race, from Heaven look down
Upon this palace with benignant eye!
Your son, the chosen of the immortal gods,
See now I mount the glorious throne on high.
[The dancers execute three evolutions of the ritual dance known as the Dance of the Feather and of the Flute]
CHORUS [At the back]
Let but your spirit and your bravery,
Your virtues be the guidance of my life;
Then shall I triumph over evil foes
And fear no fortune in the fiercest strife.
[The dancers execute three more figures.]
CHORUS [Again]
The Dragon, on my standard there unfurled,
Bathes his gold scales in Heaven's azure pure.
My reign shall famous be all times to come
'Neath his protection, powerful and sure.
[The dancers complete the three last figures]
MUSIC