I hear that the emperor of china used to wear iron shoes with ease

We are the tablecloth and also the table also the fable of the dancing leaves



The new moon is rising the axe of the thunder is broken

as never was not since the flood nor yet since the world began

The new moon is shining the angels are washing their windows

Above the years whose jumble sale goes spinning on below

Ask the snail beneath the stone, ask the stone beneath the wall

Are there any stars at all

Like an eagle in the sky tell me if air is strong



In the floating pan pipe victories of the golden harvest

Safe in the care of the dear moon



The new moon is rising the eyelid of god is approaching

The humane train the skating raining travelling voice of certainty

The new moon is shining the harmonious hand is now holding lord krishna's ring 

the eagle's wing the voice of mother everything

Ask the snail beneath the stone, ask the stone beneath the wall

Are there any stars at all

Like an eagle in the sky tell me if air is strong



In the floating palaces of the spinning castle

May the fire king's daughter bring water to you