Four verses.
In that day, when Spring awakens,
Then the Lady Clad in Silver,
Fair Onmanda, world’s first mother,
Will the fallen polestar banish
To the lightless, deep abysses.
To the deep and dark abysses
Will the song of fair Onmanda
Banish all the hate of Vishnarr,
All the monster of his malice
Spawned amid the mists enchanted.
Then the world approached by beauty—
All the countries Under Starlight
And the peoples therein dwelling—
Raise their voices to the Heavens,
Sing the Song which made creation.
That fair Song which all the Stars sang
At the making of the Heavens
And the founding of the Waters
Shall have been but the beginning
Of the Song of Nankeinela.
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