1 Yoke with prayer your ancient inspiration: may the laud rise as on the prince's pathway.

All the sons of the Garden shall hear it, all the possessors of celestial natures.

2 When speeding ye came nigh us like twin sisters, religious-hearted votaries brought you forward.

Take your place, ye who know your proper station: be near, be very near unto our offering.

3 Five paces have I risen from Earth. I follow her who hath four feet with devout observance.

This by the Sacred Word have I measured: I purify in the central place of Order.

5 The Seven flow to the Youth on whom the winds wait: the sons unto the Father brought their devotion.

Both these are His, as His they are the Lords of both: both toil; belonging unto both they prosper well.