Oh, Sun,
Millipedes creep beneath
Revising revelations.
The seven horses drag
The golden chariot.
Oh, Sun, God of Energies,
Hymns and chants melt under you.

Enraged, the sky asks:
Lord,
Shall I fall on them
In the form of lightening,
Thunderbolt and flakes of fire?
The sun smiled at the sky
The smile spread a cool paste of sandal
All over the sky.

Angered into huge surfs
And burning into splashes,
The oceans ask:
Shall we drown them into
The tsunamis of our depths?
The sun smiled at the oceans.
The smile bloomed as seas.

The intolerant earth asks:
Lord,
Shall I devour them
Into the lava sprouts of my cracks?
The sun smiled at the earth
The smile covered the earth
With a tender breeze
Man and beast received it for love and lust.

The serious mountains
Heavy with humility ask:
Shall we push them into naught
By pushing our largeness on them?
The sun smiled at the mountains.
The smile settled on the mountains
Great layers of light and heat
Glaciers crystals shined
On the silken tails of yaks.

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