I hear that the Emperor of China
Used to wear iron shoes with these
We are the tablecloth
And also the table
Also the fable of the dancing lily
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 jumbled sails
Go 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 panpipe 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 human train, the skating rain
In traveling 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 vassals
May the fire king's daughter
Bring water to you