Sun

Everything that breathes drinks your silent light, Grass, children, eagles above mountain abysses. You ask no names and no faith, You simply give life — without measure, without reproach. God of all living creatures — the Sun, Silent and relentless circle. You do not judge, you do not forgive, You simply burn... as long as our age continues. We mold lesser gods from your light, We call them evil, good, our own. And you rise above the graves and temples, Above the righteous and those who hate us. The god of all living things — the Sun, Fire without anger and without holy mercy. You burn and kiss with equal tenderness The shadow of the murderer and the cheek of the saint. Someday you will disappear quietly, without farewell, And the night will become such that words cannot be found... But even in this darkness, the legend will remain — That there was the Sun... there was God... and there was Life. God of all living things... Sun... Sun... ...while it still burns...