- Behold the Lightener of the stars,
- On the crests of the clouds,
- And the silver singers of the sky
- Lauding him.
- Coming down with acclaim
- From the palaces above,
- Harp and lyre of song
- Sounding to him.
- O Idris, bearer of my hope,
- Why should I not raise thy fame!
- Faeries and elves melodious
- Singing to thee.
- Thou son of the Goddess of Night
- Of exceeding white purity of beauty,
- Joy were it to me to play in the fields
- Of thy tiny lanterns.
- O Idris, my hope,
- O Idris of the celestial houses,
- At the dawn of eventide,
- I will praise thee.
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