And passing on we shall behold again
The sea, like a brimming cup.
A land of gold is there and its fragrance alone is so sweet
That it seems as if the soul were drawn from the body as in a dream
And in the exultation of the woman who conceives.
The monkeys hide in flowering trees and the sand has the scent of olives
And the submarine volcanoes appear like sunken lotus flowers and like fountains of gushing wine!
The Standard Bearer: All's one!
My will is to do the will of the King and to take my stand at his side
Holding the Standard, and such is my portion of the earth.