Longing for spiritual springs, br I dragged myself through desert sands ... br An angel with three pairs of wings br Arrived to me at cross of lands; br With fingers so light and slim br He touched my eyes as in a dream: br And opened my prophetic eyes br Like eyes of eagle in surprise. br He touched my ears in movement, single, br And they were filled with noise and jingle: br I heard a shuddering of heavens, br And angels' flight on azure heights br And creatures' crawl in long sea nights, br And rustle of vines in distant valleys. br And he bent down to my chin, br And he tore off my tongue of sin, br In cheat and idle talks aroused, br And with his hand in bloody specks br He put the sting of wizard snakes br Into my deadly stoned mouth. br With his sharp sword he cleaved my breast, br And plucked my quivering heart out, br And coals flamed with God's behest, br Into my gaping breast were ground. br Like dead I lay on desert sands, br And listened to the God's commands: br 'Arise, O prophet, hark and see, br Be filled with utter My demands, br And, going over Land and Sea, br Burn with your Word the humane hearts.