You come to me in the hot fury of the desert
In my mouth dry with fear
In the lightning-fast death-strike
Your great strength carries you over the deserted wastes,
Your strength inspires me!
God of outside things, foreign things,
All the strangeness seen in the mirror-world of mirage,
You awe me! You awe me!
Bringer of rain!
Hail, Hail Hail!