MANICHAEAN LITERATURE
Look, this is the message!
The air is fixed over the smoke. His troops are in chains,
they are fettered.
Look, this is the message!
The wind guards the king of storms.
His troops lie in chains, fettered.
Look, this is the message!
Look, the waters have surrounded the king
of the flood of death.
Carry the message!
The virgin, the living fire has become master
of the land of darkness.
Carry the message!
Look, the land of darkness we have wasted.
We wait for you with a garland.
Carry the message!
We bought dens of the hungry. We got their land
for five loaves of bread.
Carry the message!
We gave water. They drank. They were drunk
and frittered away their wages.
Carry the message!
The robe of light was set on them. For them
it was a bond, a shackle.
Carry the message!
They lusted over the breath of the wind.
It was a fetter on their neck.
Carry the message!
They smelt the breath of the air.
It was death for all of them.
Carry the message!