I seek a star of long life and health,
Maybe it shines too brightly that I steer
Into its light with longevity.
Then the chief of the house finds a soul
Within me and makes me certain
That life is longer than expected.
Its chieftain is the living chieftain,
The boss of sacred houses
Where the light of the stars has narrowed.
One seeks a star to fight and deliver
Into the arms of a happy stooping man,
The innate man of the wondrous sky.
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