From his hand   
 high placed   
 at the crossroads of trees   
 the sons of the virgin   
 were leading the way   
 and great silence   
 dew droplets   
 and light   
 at cockcrow   
 that the torrent accompanied   
 of his cart    
 water and mixed pebbles.    
  
 Open the window   
 for morning to come   
 my soul   
 messenger called   
 and now so close    
 under the adornment of the mists   
 brightly colored canopy   
 where the banners flap   
 of the great gathering   
 passage where everything passes   
 and surpasses us   
 as the day dawns.    

  
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