The scorching sun's ball,
Rolls from its head down,
Also, the serene evening fire
Sucked up by a wave of the ocean.
The light-filled stars have already risen.
The heavens' firmament,
Overshadowing us,
With their wet heads, it has been lifted.
The more voluminous river,
Between the heavens and the earth,
The chest breathes more freely and easily.
Relieved of the heat.
And a wonderful rush, similar to a jet,
Ran through the natural world's veins,
Like her hot feet
The spring water was touched.