Omen of the dawn, you ascend high Your light piercing through the dark Oh luminous Fire! As fair as can be Your rays touch all corners of the world You are the kindling seed of Heaven and Earth Beloved! Your nourishment touches the wilderness; Radiant! You circle around the dark veil of night; From Mother, you awake with a roar You walk the same road as the Waxer And so stand watch upon a high throne! In ritual and song they make poetry, fresh as milk And their voices join in harmony, rising just for you! Then the kindlers which tend to you Nurture you, with fuel and sacrifice And in turn you nurture their embers As if a Doomsayer of Manu's line To you they sing, who rides upon a wheel of flame The shining beacon of all divine rite To Fire they sing! Who shares his divinity with all the Ghosts And yet in his generosity, is guest in the hearths of mortals! Fire! Who dons vestments of gold and ornaments of heat Resting within the Earth's navel Vigorous and flush, alighting to refresh all things! Oh lord fire, stand afore us and bring our offering to the Ghosts! For you have stretched to touch every corner of Heaven and Earth As a child may stretch his arms to hold his mother and father Go forth to all those beset by longing And bring the Ghosts down to embrace them Youngest and most mighty! Fire!