Hail to the Master of the Day!
Golden and bright, you rise before the Sun,
The mists seek refuge before your burning smile
And the morning wafts flesh-pink
Over the standing corn.
We greet your coming with opening eyes
And open arms that stretch to honor you.
Skinfaxi’s rider, glowing behind the horizon
And then bringing that glow
Through a thousand clouds,
May your coming always be joy
In our eyes and in our hearts.