In the cosmos
 There is balm as well as bitterness
 And that balm is Nepenthe. 

 Yet underneath endless oceans of sand
 I have not forgotten
 Those who had betrayed me.
 Silent and unmovable,
 I am not sorry
 For I had hated the light. 

 Now I ride with the undead
 Across the night-sky
 And play by day Amongst the [bad word] of Nephren-Ka
 In the sealed and unknown
 Valley of Hadoth by the Nile. 

 I know that light is not for me
 Save that of the moon over the rock tombs of Neb
 Nor any debauchery save the unknown feasts of Nitokris
 Beneath the great pyramid. 

 But in the loneliness of entombment,
 I [bad word] the bitterness of alienage.