Ancient Goddess, you dazzle with timeless beauty.
You are there as each night falls, glinting in the evening star.
You are re-born each morning, shining in the morning star.
Daughter of the moon, you are there in the crescent.
Your words are carried on the wings of the dove.
Your presence is known in the fruit of the vine.
By your sacred 'knot of Inanna' you were first known.
In a chariot drawn by lions you ride;
crossing the heavens from the dawn of time.