O blindest me o forgotten one, thy eternal Re. 

 

O achest me, take pity. 

 

Mine eyes have been taken by thee. 

 

Thy burning rage boils mine blood and coils my flaky fingers. 

 

Thee churn my head into a tempest and blush my skin in virulence. 

 

What wouldn't I give to be in Her nurturing stream,

 

Where I would bask in her beauty and drink from She.

 

Ah but twer it real and not a dream!

 

O the arid land, let me embrace thee! 

 

Let me rest on your shores of endless sand and succumb to thee! 

 

Doth he rested and became just thee.

 

A gust so violent had carried he,

 

Onto a beach and into the sea.

 

Where he rested for an eternity.