1 CHANTING the square deific, out of the One advancing, out of the sides; Out of the old and newâ€”out of the square entirely divine, Solid, four-sided, (all the sides needed)... from this side JEHOVAH am I, Old Brahm I, and I Saturnius am; Not Time affects meâ€”I am Time, old, modern as any; Unpersuadable, relentless, executing righteous judgments; As the Earth, the Father, the brown old Kronos, with laws, Aged beyond computationâ€”yet ever newâ€”ever with those mighty laws rolling, Relentless, I forgive no manâ€”whoever sins, diesâ€”I will have that manâ€™s life; Therefore let none expect mercyâ€”Have the seasons, gravitation, the appointed days, mercy?â€”No more have I; But as the seasons, and gravitationâ€”and as all the appointed days, that forgive not, I dispense from this side judgments inexorable, without the least remorse.
2 Consolator most mild, the promisâ€™d one advancing, With gentle hand extendedâ€”the mightier God am I, Foretold by prophets and poets, in their most rapt prophecies and poems; From this side, lo! the Lord CHRIST gazesâ€”lo! Hermes Iâ€”lo! mine is Herculesâ€™ face; All sorrow, labor, suffering, I, tallying it, absorb in myself; Many times have I been rejected, taunted, put in prison, and crucifiedâ€”and many times shall be again; All the world have I given up for my dear brothersâ€™ and sistersâ€™ sakeâ€”for the soulâ€™s sake; Wending my way through the homes of men, rich or poor, with the kiss of affection; For I am affectionâ€”I am the cheer-bringing God, with hope, and all-enclosing Charity;
(Conqueror yetâ€”for before me all the armies and soldiers of the earth shall yet bowâ€”and all the weapons of war become impotent:) With indulgent words, as to childrenâ€”with fresh and sane words, mine only; Young and strong I pass, knowing well I am destinâ€™d myself to an early death: But my Charity has no deathâ€”my Wisdom dies not, neither early nor late, And my sweet Love, bequeathâ€™d here and elsewhere, never dies.
3 Aloof, dissatisfied, plotting revolt, Comrade of criminals, brother of slaves, Crafty, despised, a drudge, ignorant, With sudra face and worn brow, black, but in the depths of my heart, proud as any; Lifted, now and always, against whoever, scorning, assumes to rule me; Morose, full of guile, full of reminiscences, brooding, with many wiles, (Though it was thought I was baffled and dispellâ€™d, and my wiles doneâ€”but that will never be;) Defiant, I, SATAN, still liveâ€”still utter wordsâ€”in new lands duly appearing, (and old ones also;) Permanent here, from my side, warlike, equal with any, real as any, Nor time, nor change, shall ever change me or my words.
4 Santa SPIRITA, breather, life, Beyond the light, lighter than light, Beyond the flames of hellâ€”joyous, leaping easily above hell; Beyond Paradiseâ€”perfumed solely with mine own perfume; Including all life on earthâ€”touching, including Godâ€”including Saviour and Satan;
Ethereal, pervading all, (for without me, what were all? what were God?) Essence of formsâ€”life of the real identities, permanent, positive, (namely the unseen,) Life of the great round world, the sun and stars, and of manâ€”I, the general Soul, Here the square finishing, the solid, I the most solid, Breathe my breath also through these songs.