Do not wake, O king who is yet to be.

I do not say this to grieve you, O king.

Just and true are your ways, O King of the saints!

Show us the way and we shall follow, O King!

Know, O king, that your daughter and I long have loved each other in secret.

In our race, O king, there are full eighteen thousand brothers and cousins.

What is that bright stone upon thy forehead, O king?

And now, O king, we do not believe that a man has such great power, for we know he cannot be slain.

Grant this to me, O King of the seven heavens.

That is my plan, O king, and now I return your voice to you.