Sitting alone at night in secret study,
It is placed upon a brass tripod.
A slight flame comes out of the emptiness,
And makes successful that which should not be believed in vain
The wand in the hand is placed in the middle of the tripod's legs,
With water he sprinkles both the hem of his garment and his foot.
A voice, fear: he trembles in his robes,
Divine splendor; the God sits nearby
Sitting alone at night in secret study,
It is placed upon a brass tripod.
A slight flame comes out of the emptiness,
And makes successful that which should not be believed in vain
The wand in the hand is placed in the middle of the tripod's legs,
With water he sprinkles both the hem of his garment and his foot.
A voice, fear: he trembles in his robes,
Divine splendor; the God sits nearby