Buried within you lies the continuum of time
Magicians, priestesses, frankincense offerings
It is I who amplifies your majesty
Temple dancers, Bastet, sistrums, and incantations
Your blood, your sands, your ruins, your fertile black lands.
You are “Umm al-Dunya,” mother of the world
You are my mother and my father
Your sacred geometry is my language; it dances from my tongue
Your waters carry ancient secrets with the promise of inundation
Bestow your grace upon me. Your ruins are my home; let me kiss your feet
Your river is my blood; I drink of it
It is I, your ever-loving daughter and servant.