O Son of Man, many a day hath passed over thee whilst thou hast buried thyself with thy fancies and idle imaginings. How long art thou to slumber on thy bed? Lift up thy head from slumber, for the sun hath risen to the zenith. Haply it may shine upon thee with the light of beauty. O Son of Man, the light hath shone on thee from the horizon of the sacred mount, and the spirit of enlightenment hath breached the Sinai of thy heart.