When I first laid eyes on the seven rings,
Seven babes wailed in their beds.
Seven angels prepared their trumpets to sound
And seven thieves broke their bread.
As I looked toward the sinking sun,
The moon twirled as the devil played,
Saying, "Where will you go when the darkness falls?"
And seven harems came to his aid.
And I spake to my crying hun
As her veil blew about her face:
If our child be born on the seventh day,
In his difference he may find some grace.
And seven winds blew around my head.
Seven riders circled 'round.
And the seven angels came with their bows stretched taught.
And in all the land there was no sound.