In Tsgehi
In the house made of the dawn,
In the house made of the evening twilight,
In the house made of the dark cloud,
In the house made of the white rain,
In the house made of the dark mist,
In the house made of the red sun,
In the house made of the living fire,
In the house made of Him.
Where the dark mist curtains the doorway,
The path to which is on the rainbow,
Where the zigzag lightning stands high on top,
Where the White rain stands high on top,
Oh divine Divinity!
With your knowledge of dark cloud,
Come to us.
With your ignorance of dark cloud,
Come to us.
With your love of dark cloud,
Come to us.
With your hate of dark cloud,
Come to us.
With your mind enveloped in dark cloud,
Come to us.
With your fear of dark cloud,
Come to us.
Where the dark mist curtains the doorway,
The path to which is on the rainbow,
Where the zigzag lightning stands high on top,
Where the White rain stands high on top,
Oh divine Divinity!
With the dark thunder above you,
Come to us soaring.
With the shaken cloud at your feet,
Come to us soaring.
With the far darkness made of the dark cloud over your head,
Come to us soaring.
With the far darkness made of the white rain over your head,
Come to us soaring.
With the far darkness made of the dark mist over your head,
Come to us soaring.
With the far darkness made of the hills over your head,
Come to us soaring.
With the zigzag lightning flung out on high over your head,
Come to us soaring.
With the rainbow hanging high over your head,
Come to us soaring.
With the far darkness made of the life on the ends of your wings, -
