I saw a herdsman falling, moving through paths both low and high. He, with long shafts and pointed staffs, flowing with waters, returned within the realms of the world.

I beheld the protector (the Sun), never descending, going by his paths to the east and to the west;clothing (with light) the (four) quarters of heaven and the intermediate spaces, he constantly revolves in the midstof the worlds.

I saw the Herdsman, him who never resteth, approaching and departing on his pathways. He, clothed in gathered and diffusive splendour, within the worlds continually travels.