To Sun Poem by welkin siskin

O thou, the sol of light,
Your rays glitter in the hub of the Earth
beating the dancing of screw-shaped
billows of veering cloud
traversing a space of the Universe!
O thou, who are indomitable,
And, whose abundance lightly touches
the meadows of hope
by your caresses of endlessness;
O thou,
Whose enfolding gives high radiance
to the cheerless gloom of the unseen
been buried far off in the den of hopelessness,
Perhaps panicking for a hope,
Perhaps dying for
a beam of your cheerful coming.
O thou, who are existed to outshine
the hour of night
spread beyond our imagination;
O thou, who out rival the stygian darkness
And thou, who pierce through the unending darkness,
the sable-vested night,
the total eclipse, and the gathering of clouds.
Thou have endurable breaths of lights
across the sunken peripheries of the Universe!