The breeze, with its tossing about, speaks of the movements on the water
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Surface and sends out the shivers.
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From those waves I will read the future fate.
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Oh silphs, inhabitants of the Air,
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Be the mediators between me and the immaterial beings
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By Paralda dominated
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So that I may decipher to roar of the wind
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Sator Arepo Tenet Opera Rotas
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The ethereal foundation, void of every substance.
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Ouroboros you are the void that everything is,
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You are the primordial substance that is Chaos
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Now no more shapeless and empty as the central fire
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Vibrates and floods it with light
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The real secret is still unspeakable
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Only through the mediation of symbols it can be pronounced,
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Its thought has been awaken by the changed vision of all things.
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Oh silence, teach the disciple of the ancient wise men,
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So that every shape may become expressive and every sign may suggest deep
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vision
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The snake, son of Apsu generates the Chaos,
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Its motto is one for everything
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In The Dark I Found The Reflection Of The Hidden Mirrors
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| Opera Ix |
