make me thy poet, o night, veiled night!

there are some who have sat speechless for ages in thy shadow; let me utter their songs.

take me up on thy chariot without wheels, running noiselessly from world to world, thou queen in the palace of time, thou darkly beautiful!

many a questioning mind has stealthily entered thy courtyard and roamed through thy lampless house seeking for answers.

from many a heart, pierced with the arrow of joy from the hands of the unknown, have burst forth glad chants, shaking the darkness to its foundation.

those wakeful souls gaze in the starlight in wonder at the treasure they have suddenly found.

make me their poet, o night, the poet of thy fathomless silence.