Crimson spills, the sun ascends the sky,
Crimson spills, the sun ascends on high,
Upon the world, His sovereignty did lie,
Crimson spills, the sun ascends the sky.
Crimson spills, the sun ascends on high.
Temples rise, a chorus takes to flight,
Temples rise, a chorus takes to flight,
In Brahmins' eyes, a lunar, gentle light,
The lamp of grace, the temple's dues alight,
Crimson spills, the sun ascends on high.
Crimson spills, the sun ascends on high.
From Mother's heart, a pearl of song did gleam,
From Mother's heart, a pearl of song did gleam,
In Mother's eyes, a full moon's mystic dream,
A staff did call, the peacock’s vibrant scream,
Crimson spills, the sun ascends on high.
Crimson spills, the sun ascends on high.
Nocturne's chariot, bells begin to chime,
Nocturne's chariot, bells begin to chime,
On desert sands, ambrosia, sublime,
The heavens' dance bowed down in earthly rhyme,
Crimson spills, the sun ascends on high.
Crimson spills, the sun ascends on high.
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