Endless ends speaks.
Emptying awesome flavors in nature.
Mother of seasons.
Mine of precious months.
Rain of wonders
Running Heavenly Tank.
Tank of infinite Treasures.
Tank, Oh Heavenly Tank ‘How little is thy heavenly purse?’
Friends of the soil adore thy presence,
Forest of smiles salutes thy deeds.
Factories of fun on all corners.
Sun of smiles,
Sign of solemn mercies.
Source in content of glorious moments.
Men of merchants seek thy face,
Measuring sacks in Gold and Silver.
Moon of graces,
Multiplying tales of wisdom.
Magical Healer in souls.
Mighty Maker, marvelous deeds!