Desert sands majestic still waters where a land ends
And another begins. Where the furious river says
Calm tranquil and the first cataract falls we built a
Circle with 19 rocks and light a fire of perfumed wood
The flame that is holding the keys of Nasser between
The sand and the heart of the black. Precious ivory
From unfair murders – perfumed spices and finest Ostrich
Feathers all in the fire creating smells of the past
Between the sand and the heart of the black. Like a
Virgin woman who lived ages in ash tempted to enter the
Hall of the spirits my final thought in the land of the
Land of the living.
I want now-now to meet all the
Figures the flame that is holding
The keys of Nasser. As free as the
Spirits I am calling this day come
Now appear from this red-skin fire

Come in a world designed from nothing.
I welcome the spirits of Earthen glory
The mother of the Sun NUT stands
Before me all in the fire smells from the
Past between the sand and the heart of

The black. A wind now blows from the
Depths of the south sings the native sands
Of the vow. I welcome the spirits of
Earthen glory the mother of the Sun
NUT stands before me – all in the fire

Smells from the past between the sand
And the heart of the black. A shape of
A woman appears to me a distant figure
For a mortal to see.