• Shut thy mouth and throw kindly open thy Gates
    Eos, glowing Goddess in Saffron robes,
    Mother of the Winds
    Mother of the Stars
    Thy piper plays for thee a tune, meticulous and sweet
    For him thy Gates of Gold, old and beautiful with ruby inlay
    Should open widely, accept him gladly and thou should rejoice
    Thy children should not despair, but hold a merry feast
    Thy piper, a beauteous young mortal, is ever faithful to thy Golden Kingdom
    For thee he would leave his happy life behind
    Thrust open thy Gates for he, and recognize a love quite true.
    Thy piper plays for none by you.