Golden ball!
Seining you in full splendor
- Sign of His gentle grandeur -
I ponder, and pour
On Tuka and Soma, Kola and Aisha,
If they do not slumber,
But mingle and
wander in bonding
Lost in the thick, shadowed places and playgrounds,
Lounging, high on heroic and bizarre tales
Told at the foot of our sage
On this night of thy bright and gentle gaze
Oh golden ball!
