Whatever vice is conceived in the ancient
Plague, whatever atrocious swamp of sin
The Styx pours out upon the world,
You wash away with saving water.

May the cups of Masficus a type of wine be strong,
And the Nectar of the gods: for us a better liquid
From heaven, for us living water
Refreshes our innermost fibers.

The Orient from on high,

Luke 2 v. 78.

Arise, arise, O Light long promised
To the nations, and illuminate the world with heavenly rays,
Which the deformed shadows of the country have surrounded.
The joyful time is at hand, which the new Star of Jacob
Radiates with a new splendor, greater than the first Morning Star.
Whoever desires the Salem Jerusalem of justice to rise for you,
Surrounded by the Taenarian pertaining to the underworld/darkness gloom of the world, lift your faces
Up to heaven: It will be permitted to behold
There the glorious seal of eternal light.
Behold, the new Phosphorous the Morning Star, whose radiant
Light conquers the daily star with remarkable brightness.