In a playful roundelay beautiful graceful virgins came near. Full of youthful grace and deep charm they danced towards the resplendent bowl, reached with delicate sweetness for the beakers filled with the golden sap, and abducted them full of exuberant joy of life. They passed the potion to the wise women that were sitting at a golden table.

Full of loving gentle gracefulness they accepted the beakers of pure glowing life from the hands of the charming dancers and drank to immortality.

The white veils of these beautiful women shimmered like milky ways, and reaching from the golden backs of their light-adorned thrones to the edge of the sparkling crystal palace, they swang up to the unbounded dome, creating there in the loftiest of all heights the flickering twinkling firmament of stars.

As soon as the filled cups had been danced away by the magic dancing company, ever new tumblers were produced as if by invisible hands and filled with the golden-yellow vital nectar.