The Settled Recitation of the Wandering Peoples

All other words you may change,
But these words you must recite,
Must feel them in this order,

Like sand between your fingers,
Like honey on your tongue,
And then you’re free to wander,

Conquer the world, if you want.
These words will be your orders,
These words in just this order.

Long after you’ve forgotten
How they were put together,
The language from which they come,

You will caress these heirlooms.
You will feel you have a home.