FROM ANCIENT TIMES

Bring sacrifice, my lord,

It's time for wisdom.

The jug of yesterday’s wine,

Drunk down, now lies smashed.

Sorceress, healer, prophetess,

She who protects against storm and hail,

Who brings the wolves along,

Divine, pagan,

Maiden and witch,

demon and Great Mother,

Offers you a dark trance

Of redemption.

My Lord,

During your dream,

As the soul flies and looks for love,

Untouched, dazzling,

Primeval, impossible,

She lights a torch above your head

Thrusts a magic knife

Turns into a she-wolf,

Utters ancient words

Above the green fields,

Deep forests,

Black lakes, mountain springs:

Ten times unfulfilled

Hidden, untouched, indestructible

Love,

My Lord,

The secret and mastery

Of your past and future life.