'Mummy Dust' to make me old.
To shroud my clothes, the black of night.
To age my voice, an old hag's cackle.
To whiten my hair, a scream of fright.
A blast of wind to fan my hate!
A thunderbolt to mix it well!
(Now, begin thy magic spell)
Look!
My hands!
My voice!
My voice!
A perfect disguise.
Now, It is my turn to have the maximum beauty.