What is this? What is that!
Golden sovereigns...!
What will this be? What was that?
Other offerings...!

(Srahda! Srahda! Srahda!)

Glass, gems, bits of silver
Past, present, future times
Beads, pearls, fit to pilfer
All lie nude beneath Her eyes

Shiny creatures, how we gleam
and dance beneath the sunbeams
Sprightly creatures, prism's sheen
advancing just like undines.

(Srahda! Srahda! Srahda!)

Penned by my hand on Quensday, the 11th of Omeian, in the year 6 AC.