Who are you That would penetrate the mystery It is hidden unto the end of time Sorrow is not Save in the darkness of the womb by whom Evil came Time is not Save the darkness of the womb of her by whom In the aeon of my father there is no sound nor silence In the aeon of my father there is neither life of death In the aeon of my father is a god with clasped hands wherein he holds the universe crushing it into the dust that you call stars And whoso has power to break open the sapphire stone shall find therein four elephants upon whose backs are castles those castles which you call the watch-towers of the universe