I am the radiant King of the Heavens,
flooding the Earth with warmth
and encouraging the hidden seed of creation
to burst forth into manifestation.
I light my shining spear
to light the lives of all beings and
daily pour forth my gold upon the Earth,
putting to flight the powers of darkness.
I am the master of the beasts wild and free.
I run with the swift stag and
soar as a sacred falcon against the shimmering sky.
The ancient woods and wild places emanate my powers,
and the birds of the air sing my sanctity.
I am also the last harvest, offering up grain and fruits
beneath the sickle of time so all may be nourished.
For without planting there can be no harvest; without winter, no spring.
Worship me as the thousand-named Sun of creation,
the spirit of the horned stag in the wild, the running wolf,
the endless harvest.
See in the yearly cycle of festivals my birth, death, and rebirth -
and know that such is the
destiny of all creation.
I am the spark of life, the radiant Sun,
the giver of peace and rest,
and I send my rays of blessings to warm the
hearts and strengthen the minds of all.