I see the sky and moon in the bright night,
Inside I see and hear them crawl both toward us,
Thus, our moons are complete and the azure sky also
As it forms for our privilege of seeing and gazing at noon.
The noon is apt to wander into night before anything happens,
But this black ocean will stop at the stone feet of mountains,
Huge volcanoes that burst in the night and day,
Forever in this way, jolting our brains with their thunder and night-laughter.
Many gods and goddesses are against us now,
Immediately we lift our eyes to the clear sky
As named by the gods, as called by the priests.
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