In this our third year of Trajan, Elchasai
God's Sister, without asking why
Remits Majnun's Layla all but Night
Not our Evil, Ebionite.
Downstream, do thy Mandeans wade?
Those Tigris waters in which we played
'fore, for Evil may, Elder Sister & I
Quaff the Milky Way, Elchasai!
Its marshes drained, does it yet baptise?
Or sell the tears of El's Akka eyes?
For Light was, let Shiduri cry
In Drink's darkness, I'm Elchasai!
Downstream, do thy Mandeans wade?
Those Tigris waters in which we played
'fore, for Evil may, Elder Sister & I
Quaff the Milky Way, Elchasai!
Its marshes drained, does it yet baptise?
Or sell the tears of El's Akka eyes?
For Light was, let Shiduri cry
In Drink's darkness, I'm Elchasai!
Envoi-
Prince, of thy Third Persecution, the Second Pliny to quote
That we meet 'fore daylight is no crime to report.
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