O Bast,
You were never a tame Goddess --
If the scholars have forgotten that,
We have not,
Nor ever will.
We remember Your roar
On glorious mornings;
We recall Your festivals
Bright with flowers and fun.
We play sweet music
To amuse Your ears;
We dance, and pray for feline grace.
In heat You teach us
The power of passion, the lure of release.
If the tiny lions in our lives
Deign to let us pet them,
We do not forget their claws;
Neither would we demand of You,
But only ask:
Bless us, Bast.
We honor the Wild in You.

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