Homage to your belongings, O Looking One,
You are as beautiful as a foe and friend,
Rising like the sun and setting also,
Much will be my mother’s task - profession.
Back to the sky, the gods remark on the light
Thrown by the sun, and they reject all this!
Everlasting grace has fallen on the whole number of them,
The lakes and rivers have swelled in anger.
Torrents blaze in the country, forming fires
And the knife also lingers for the foes to be.
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