O blazing chariot in the sky,
Thou golden monarch riding high,
With flames that weave the dawn’s embrace,
And gild the heavens with thy grace.
Thy steeds of fire, swift and bold,
Through endless azure paths unfold,
A timeless march, a ceaseless flight,
That shatters dark and births the light.
Thy fingers kiss the sleeping earth,
Awakening life, igniting mirth,
The rivers gleam, the meadows shine,
Each pulse of day, a gift divine.
O Sun God! Keeper of the flame,
No shadow dares to speak thy name,
Thy fiery breath, both fierce and kind,
Doth forge the soul and light the mind.
Yet soft thou art in twilight’s glow,
A crimson hymn, serene and slow,
And when thou rest’st in ocean’s deep,
The stars arise, yet none compete.
O glorious wheel, O endless light,
A beacon bold, yet ever bright—
May we, like thee, through trials burn,
And shine, and rise, and then return.