A ribbon of white in the east
Gentle stroke of silver beam
Reddening cheeks of the sky
Comes there the lord of light
Chariot rolls, Journey begins
With unique precision of time
King waves his wings and go
Showering blessings through
Seasons flourish and descend
Wind blows out then implodes
Fresh waters finds it’s harbour
Garments are woven in fine silk
Sun does not shine for a friend
Will never be hidden for any foe
Colorful cavalcade of kindness
Never yearns anything in return
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