Most magical, most magical,
    Falling in love!
A shaman spreading stars over the cauldron that groans;
The king of the venomous creatures crawling out
Of the corpses of its kind;
Most dominant, most dominant,
The insidious representation of Demagorgon;
The lover's heart its second battlefield,
Where it gnaws and gulps all the vice
And swells to the size
Of the vulnerable clock of life;
Therefore the eyes all the bright,
But not for wise;
For One rather than many now to sacrifice.

Most magical, most magical,
    Falling in love!
An angel raising a flower without magic;
The daughter of simple grace
Given birth to by an anonymous mother;
One of the commonest,
The eternal incarnation of a piece of green, green grass;
The lover's heart her second household,
Where she sweeps and wipes all the dirt
Away just to give a punch-sized space
To the vulnerable light of faith;
Therefore the eyes all the bright,
But not for wise;
For One rather than many now to sacrifice.