Albae Phoenice

Expande pennae albae phoenice
Tectus dolore, mixtusque pudore
Tympana vulgares numeros resonant
Convertunt cinerem avium in virtute tonorum

Citharoedus luminosi sonos per silvas portat
Eius societas cum margaritis personat
Oritur e mari sicut syreni e conlectus
Taedet simulans se non movere arboris rami
Carmina aenigmata deae aeternae

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Spread the wings of the white phoenix
Covered with pain, and mingled with shame
Drums echo folk numbers
They turn the ashes of the birds in the power of tones
The harpist carries the luminous sounds through the woods
His company is personified with pearls
She rises from the sea like a mermaid from a pool
She is tired of pretending not to move the tree branch
Enigmatic poems of the eternal goddess

a reply to: Agleaya

Everything sounds powerful in Latin.