Magician On Duty - Scrolls of Picatrix [Chapter I]

Hear, golden Titan, whose eternal eye With matchless sight illumines all the sky. Native, unwearied in diffusing light, And to all eyes the object of delight: Lord of the Seasons, beaming light from far, Sonorous, dancing in thy four-yok'd car. With thy right hand the source of morning light, And with thy left the father of the night. Agile and vig'rous, venerable Sun, Fiery and bright around the heav'ns you run, Foe to the wicked, but the good man's guide, O'er all his steps propitious you preside. With various-sounding golden lyre 'tis thine To fill the world with harmony divine.