On The Arrival Of Man

Bipedal primates emerge, migrate and spread
Sapient and searching, sun light rays shed
They turn their eyes and stare at the sun
They breathe in the light, their time has begun

How manifold it is, what you have made
(They are hidden from the face of man)
Oh, solar God, like whom there is no other
You did create the world according to your desire

On playa nabta a cromlech under desert skies
Indus valley dwellers paint a six armed device
Atop the great ziggurat a loud robed priest
At dawn on ghats of ganges man is facing east
Halo crown disc having bead of rays
The lord of every land, the lord of the (day)