1. Ẓalūm, the cruel one—we have seen her,

    yet never have we seen a mortal like her.

  2. Her face grows ever more beautiful to you

    the longer you gaze upon it.

  3. When night flows down upon—

    you in black darkness and grows dense,

  4. and turns pitch-dark, with no moon,

    then bring her forth—she will be a moon.

Sol 5.6