Seeking shelter from the ills of the world
Ancient kings built temples
Wind over water
Here is a refuge

And if its our will to further the work
If we can listen to the spirit
We can cross great rivers
We can be correct

Wind over water
The wind drives the water
The wind moves above the water
This is dispersion

It brings us to our ancestral temple
We hear voices from kings of old
Chanting sacrifice
The supreme being

This is dispersion