Tell me if air is strong
Ask the stone beneath the wall
Are there any stars at all
Ask the snail beneath the stone
The new moon is shining
Are there any stars at all
The new moon is shining
In the floating palaces of the spinning castle
The harmonious hand is now holding Lord Krishna's ring
Ask the stone beneath the wall
Like an eagle in the sky
Safe in the care of the dear moon
As never was not since the flood nor yet since the world began
The axe of the thunder is broken
The angels are washing their windows
The eagle's wing the voice of mother everything
The new moon is rising
Also the fable of the dancing leaves
Ask the snail beneath the stone
Above the years whose jumble sale goes spinning on below
The new moon is rising
Tell me if air is strong
The humane train the skating raining traveling voice of certainty
We are the tablecloth and also the table
Like an eagle in the sky
In the floating pan pipe victories of the golden harvest
The eyelid of a god is approaching
