Hail Goddess, radiant in the night,
It is I, your servant, come to hear your commands,
As it is decreed that on this night,
When you are dressed in blue,
You shall speak unto your servants
And unfold your mind to us.
I am listening, Goddess.
So now I wait,
Wait for you to answer me.
Ah! You have drawn back your veil of clouds!
Oh, beauteous lady!
Will you speak? Will you send visions?
But, alas, you are silent, fair cruelty.
I have ceased to understand you!
You, who so strictly demand an audience on these days,
Just so you can turn your head disdainfully away.
'Tis not kind, nor right to treat us like dirt,
When we strive so hard to undertake all you have sent us to do.
Are you really any better than a barroom hussy,
Dealing out snippets of pleasure only to slap us in the face twenty times in between?
Do you not remember my devotion?
Have I not crossed vast deserts, alone and almost to my death,
Just to find water from an oasis to pour onto a silver basin
For you to dip your