A song of pleasure,

A hymn of joyaunce and of gratulation.

Go, chosen One, they cried,

Go, happy bride!

For thee the God descends in expectation;

For thy dear sake

He leaves his heaven, O Maid of matchless charms.

Go, happy One, the bed divine partake,

And fill his longing arms!

Thus to the inner fane,

With circling dance and hymeneal strain,

The astonish’d Maid they led,

And there they laid her on the bridal bed.

Then forth they went, and clos’d the Temple-gate,

And left the wretched Kailyal to her fate.