Hymn to Sol
(inspired by Rig-Veda
Book 1 Hymn to Surya)
Your bright beams, aloft
are born
fairest of face, the
bright fulgor;
Grace-shine the bringer
of beauty.
Across Ymir's
day-nascent skull -
Your rays herald like
hunting horns
So refulgant from afar.
Beacons that burn and
blaze.
Swift and sublime, you
are Sunna
Maker of light,
illuminator.
You brighten Gods,
lighten all beings
traversing sky, bring
day to birth
with brilliance your
beams mark days
over the business of
being.
Early To Wake and Very
Quick
bear your wagon, the
lovely wheel
across the sky,
God-blithe Glen's wife.
All-Bright remove my
hearts disease
with your
all-conquering vigour.
Wassail Sunna with awen, awen, awen
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