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I became the soul of the air, 

That one whose form is hidden.

I was everywhere I went: 

I was in the very edge. 

I am the one who silences the sky,

I am the one who deafens the land,

I am mighty, I am rising. 

My hues foretell his hand

when he comes out of the horizon.

I heard the affairs of the millions; 

They wondered about me - 

though I was in their midst-

Be silent! Be still! 

Do not ask about my form.

No-one saw me; I was already.

You do not know from where I came, 

I am here before you know me.

Not even the waters saw me.

I came into being without them. 

The one who made me forged me in his heart.

He made me in power,

He breathed me from his breath - 

I am the one whose form is life!

I am the one who scatters the light across the sky 

with his awesome beauty.

Those who travel do not know him nor his name, 

who the sun-folk follow: the sum of the forms.

I grew up at his feet,

I was raised in his arms. 

He forged me in his very own heart - 

The fields were made for me!