Wind, body, water hot; no relief. Every rising degree boils atmosphere.
O summer, friend or foe I don’t know burning or boiling I am vexed.
Hay dry, liquid fade. No corner left unattended,
Malevolent rays left no place un-accessed.
Thou are the harbinger of famine, death men, flock and vegetation.
The wind’s susurrations go away go away “I will squeeze life make thee dry”.
O Ra, O Helios please have mercy, we worship thee with my hands open to grant us a vacation.
Thou are fair to all; create, advance, and decay all life.
And I summon the wind carry rain to relish the thirst.
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