Spoke again the Sphinx breaking its Silence
Habitual.
‘Ah! the long period of Sleep
In which you neither sang nor
Chanted
Now that you as by my magic wake
Wake such
That by one great flourish make
What you lost 9as you calculate)
Before.
And in to one magic sweep you now capture All'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem