Pearl without price, rose, light, music, warmth!—

O gushing spring where else were desert waste!

O flooding light, celestial melody!

O flower that blooms on either side the grave!

O steadfast star that burns the night away!

We worship thee!

[He takes the censer from a boy and swings it to and

fro before the standing goddess. Clouds of incense

arise. The trumpets sound.

The Crowd (with ecstasy)