As my moon, my sun began to rise
I burned the golden herb of my wondrous mountain-
The six-jointed juniper-
And carefully refreshing myself with it's aroma,
I then mounted my steed and donned my cloak.
And now I am galloping with my shoulder blades,
Nodding my head with the bird feathers,
Opening and closing the all-seeing eyes,
And dropping my head in a bow.
And so I come to that which has a name,
And so I come to this that has become known.
Contributed by: pRiMaLeVe