'Fall,' said the Lord, 'fall,
defiant morning star!
darkness will I grant you gladly.
You are dearest to me in all the world.'
'Fall,' said the Lord, 'fall,
burning blue flame!
Gleam in the torment of the deep,
build yourself a city of black crystal!'
'Fall,' said the Lord, 'fall!
You who would taste all evil,
will you come back soon?
You are nearest to me in all the world.'
For more information, please visit the website of David McDuff and his own pages with the translations.