1. Was that a breeze that blew gently, or a flash of lightning that glimmered?
Or was it the unseen stretching out hands of delicate fabric?

2. It appeared then vanished, erasing all traces of truth,
Thus we refer to it as the secret of secrets.

3. It is light, though it itself is darkness,
And opposites together seem impossible to perceive.

4. It is the letter in the unseen of all that's hidden, yet
It is the name in full view of all that's evident.

5. But it is the ancient deed whose occurrence is ever renewed,
Its settings linked to its risings without cease.