| Man has rent younder azure veil | |
| and, beyond the sky, has seen no God. | |
| What is there in man’s heart but thoughts, | |
| like waves this upsurging and that fleeing? | |
| His soul takes repose in the sensible; | 1645 |
| would that the past age might return! | |
| Long live the European orientalist | |
| who has drawn us forth from the tomb! | |
| Ancient gods, our time has come! | |
| Behold, the ring of unity is broken, | 1650 |
| Abraham’s people have lost the joy of Alast; | |
| its company is scattered, its cup in fragments, | |
| the cup which was drunken with the wine of Gabriel. | |
| Free man has fallen into the bonds of directions, | |
| joined up with fatherland and parted from God; | 1655 |
| his blood is cold of the glory of the ancients, | |
| the Elder of the Sanctuary has tied the Magian girdle. | |
| Ancient gods, our time has come! | |
| The days of joy have returned to the world, | |
| religion has been routed by sovereignty and lineage. | 1660 |
| What thought is there now of the lamp of the Chosen One, | |
| seeing that a hundred Bu Lahabs blow it out? | |
| Though the cry ‘There is no god’ rises up still | |
| how should that remain on the lips which has gone from the heart? | |
| The West’s enchantment has revived Ahriman; | 1665 |
| the day of God is pale-cheeked, fearful of the night. | |
| Ancient gods, our time has come! | |
| Religion’s chain must be loosed from his neck, | |
| our slave was ever a free slave; | |
| since the ritual prayers are heavy for him, | 1670 |
| we seek only one prayer, and that without prostration. | |
| Passions are elevated by songs, | |
| so what pleasure is there in prayers without hymns? | |
| Better the demon that makes itself visible | |
| than a God to whom the Unseen is meet. | 1675 |
| Ancient gods, our time has come! |