Rise up !
from the waves of the ocean
from the abyss of the lake
like a man deep asleep
gently shaken

Go around !
the little boy,
bored of his old toy,
wants to play outside
while you pour on the ground.

Its the tree !
which missed you through the season,
enduring the summer,
waiting for you was the reason.

Oh the river !
tired of the bends and falls,
often stuck with nothing to push it,
looking up in hope, to you it calls.

We, your pupils !
waiting to hear your roar,
yearning to seek your blessings
come down O smoke of heaven
free us from the devils.