Solar Prayer

Buried in boundless, sacred plains of azure;
the turning key of time unveils your treasure;
tipping a pot of gold of endless measure;
kindling, in all childkind, bright flames of pleasure.

Lion of light; in your mane, our spirits roar;
watchful eye guarding the infant of our Spring;
foe of winter darkness yields before your sword;
all the world enfolded in your warm and golden wings.

Who hopes to conquer all the world,
let them first learn to shine as brightly as the sun;
be a founder of hope and a saviour of joy;
bring gifts as sweet as Summer to everyone.