The breeze, with its tossing about, speaks of the movements on the water
Surface and sends out the shivers.
waves I will read the future fate.
Oh silphs, inhabitants of the Air,
Be the mediators between me and the immaterial
By Paralda dominated
So that I may decipher to roar of the wind
Sator Arepo Tenet Opera Rotas
foundation, void of every substance.
Ouroboros you are the void that everything is,
You are the primordial substance that is
Now no more shapeless and empty as the central fire
Vibrates and floods it with light
The real secret is still
Only through the mediation of symbols it can be pronounced,
Its thought has been awaken by the changed vision of all
Oh silence, teach the disciple of the ancient wise men,
So that every shape may become expressive and every sign may suggest
The snake, son of Apsu generates the Chaos,
Its motto is one for everything