The sun travelled from the East [1]

on its wings of wind

the seeds sprout

and turn into words

to brighten this day

my beloved

 

I want to bathe your soul

in the dew of my waters

an alphabet of vowels

where one enters and is not forgotten

 

I want to be the wind

to calm the raging waves of the sea

hands to caress the volcano

and extinguish the fire of your words

I will heal and calm evil Iwia's wrath [2]

tears to enter your childlike eyes

uncovering myself and erupting like red-hot lava

and rolling like stone turned to fire

into your salty arms

 

To be the time to remain, and together

to head down a new path

to be the hot spring

to quench the thirst of your soul

and to drink the secrets of holy Arutam. [3]