O true Lion,
O true King of Beasts,
O true stalker in the desert,
O seeker of prey,
I fear you!
O only predator who has right to hunt,
A prey that cannot him escape,
(a prayer I can’t enunciate),
The pale sand speaks and roars!
O I have been consumed,
O I have forgotten your love, presumed,
You are savage!
O Keep me flying from your claws,
O Keep me rising with wings into the sky,
O You approach, it sounds, your dusty paws,
O You are the one for whom I rise,
O I relinquish my physique, worn beneath your grip,Then I am re-knit!