I hear that the Emperor of ChinaUsed to wear iron shoes with easeWe are the tablecloth and also the tableAlso the fable of the dancing leavesThe new moon is risingThe axe of the thunder is brokenAs never was not since the flood nor yet since the world beganThe new moon is shiningThe angels are washing their windowsAbove the years whose jumble sale goes spinning on belowAsk the snail beneath the stoneAsk the stone beneath the wallAre there any stars at allLike an eagle in the skyTell me if air is strongIn the floating pan pipe victories of the golden harvestSafe in the care of the dear moonThe new moon is risingThe eyelid of a god is approachingThe humane train the skating raining traveling voice of certaintyThe new moon is shiningThe harmonious hand is now holding Lord Krishna's ringThe eagle's wing the voice of mother everythingAsk the snail beneath the stoneAsk the stone beneath the wallAre there any stars at allLike an eagle in the skyTell me if air is strongIn the floating palaces of the spinning castleMay the fire, king's daughter bring water to you
