Ov circus my world wiseman call'd
  ov drunken trickster bed
  and not violators of thoughts they're
  for life is a theatre
  in which actors all we are
  but when curtain is open
  there is no time for any reh's
  
  and as all lights turn'd on were
  and the first act is begun...
  ...and the last my mouth I open'd
  i, purple sage in the universal
  and I speak in tongue unknown
  and behold all stood in flames
  
  su na'aq tem kah chaph keb ngaa sul tamed mes
  no sedem cha'no umes maog etem chaph keb la'at
  qui sulib
  
  and hardly ye remember dark november days
  when received ye rain ov sulphur
  when earth came apart under thine feet
  and wasn't it rage ov thine god
  and wasn't ye his somdom
  it's "only" laugh mine empty
  sob silent and helpless gesture