The Wind of power much high,
The Earth of spread very vast
The Sun of face so bright
And the shower of wakeful strength,
Supremacy theirs they set up
Well in a sovereign way
That, to undo by any animate
Is a dream fulfilled never.
Stroke they, the Beings tenderly
And their belongings dearly
Spreading sparkling radiance everywhere
Keeping things in a vibrant order.
The Clouds collect complex inferior
As they are dark in skin colour tone.
Envy they, the Sun, for He is one to own
A complexion always quite bright
Veil they fully His countenance
Expressing clemency not a bit.
And arrives there hence the Wind grand
Aiding assistance to Sun, the great.
With much ease He slickly
Drives away the Clouds cruel.
O! The Sun in gratitude gifts Him a grin
A grin with delight and winning appeal.
Sings Wind for Mother Nature,
Twists He brilliantly in glory,
Resists He the barriers on his way,
And Sweeps away them doubtlessly.
Defeats He the heat in fury,
Fanning all around with his wings,
Kindles flames for food
And saves He lives, donating breath.