I give unimaginable joys on earth: certainty, not faith,
while in life, upon death; peace unutterable, rest, ecstasy;
nor do I demand aught in sacrifice.
But to love me is better than all things:
if under the night stars in the desert thou presently burnest
mine incense before me, invoking me with a
pure heart, and the Serpent flame therein,
thou shalt come a little to lie in my bosom.
I love you! I yearn to you!
Pale or purple, veiled or voluptuous, I who am all pleasure and purple, and
drunkenness of the innermost sense, desire you.
Put on the wings, and arouse the coiled splendour within you:
come unto me!
I am the blue-lidded daughter of Sunset;
I am the naked brilliance of the voluptuous night-sky.
(Liber AL vel Legis)