Love to bear him, love to raise him, love to send him on his way

Son in sorrow, son in joy, brings darkness or the brightest day

Two the consorts, two the paths, two the deaths for him to rule

One will be the trusting child and three will be the rivals cruel

Thirst and hunger, sleep and death will come to strike a trusted one

And stones will shatter, stones will stand when might reclaims the rising sun

—Temmin's birth prophecy