My eyes have witnessed the secrets of the seven and the four, and with my lasso I have captured the world. I am an eye, and when I was opened I turned this way: Why should I bother about the other side of the heavens? A hundred songs flow from my instrument; I bring to market every secret I know.

Because of the spell you have cast the sea is in flames, the air spews fire and is filled with poison. When you and I were friends, you were a light; but you broke with me, and your light became a fire.

You were born in the innermost sanctum of the Divinity, but then fell into Satan’s trap.

Come; turn this earthly world into a garden, and make the old world young again. Come! Take just a little of my heart’s solicitude, and build, under the heavens, an everlasting paradise.

We have been on intimate terms since the day of creation, and are the high and low notes of the same song.