Invisible is my hand, in which
the earth lies, I caress and hit her
pull fire out, pile up ice

I bring hail to her, snow and rain:
Love me, please!
Oh, love me, please!

.....The humans hope to see me
.....and to hear from my mouth who
.....I am and what my plans are

.....they search the secrets
.....of life, they ask:
.....Love me, please!

They seek access to heaven
to power over safety
no unpredictable wind

but Amma Appa
to look after them:
Love me, please!