MANICHAEAN LITERATURE 637
You are the cane of the kingdom. It leans on you.
You are the gate of the land of light
The father's name is your glory.
You are the blossoming fruit of the imperishable tree.
You are the holy dove floating over clouds,
with the three-branched anesh^15 in her mouth.
Jesus, the virgin, the mind become the perfect church.
The tree, the fruit are good and sweet.
Love wears the garments of the fair commandment and knowledge.
Grace circles around the name of Jesus.
Whoever finds you is blessed and lucky.
One who knows does not taste death
but reposes in life forever.
Glory and honor Jesus, the king and the holy.
Victory to the soul of the blessed Mary, Theona.
Wanderer Song
O Soul, Sleeping
O soul, sleeping. You who sleep, you who
doze, wake. Sun rises on you.
Morning is the truth of the commandments
the dead, the corpses have risen.
Here is the habitat of robbers,
the house of cares and sadnesses.
They are merciless scavengers,
hearing no call. They have no heart
- Meaning uncertain.
- This poem is fragmentary. As before, the meaning of the word translated "wanderer" is
uncertain.
