Thou, the Redhued Gem
With eyes triple!
The Master Lamp that shineth central!
Thou, the Attributeless
For those of goodly attributes!
The Ambrosia that is blemishless!
I drank of Thee to the dregs,
With my heart for a cup.
When is the day to be
That I feel like having drunk
Of inebriate wind,
All senses total lost?