Look at the roots of the old hollow oak As they are changing into dung
The light reviving sounds in the body Heaven's shape of Orion, his flaming Conceit walksin the golden rays of Sun Cheerful are beings from the cross
Flaming sigh the body miracle A Great dipper takes up its wings Open spells escapes there Circling stones melt in vibrations
Look at the roots of the old hollow oak As they are changing into dung Look at green leaves that are changing into golden ones When both snakes bit into tails
Raise your head and you'll see The child is flying with golden wings