Viracocha, Lord of the Universe! Whether male or female, at any rate commander of heat and reproduction, being one who, even with His spittle, can work sorcery, Where art Thou? Would that Thou wert not hidden from this son of Thine! He may be above; He may be below; or, perchance, abroad in space. Where is his mighty judgment-seat? Hear me! He may be spread abroad among the upper waters; or, among the lower waters and their sands He may be dwelling. Creator of the world, Creator of man, great among my ancestors, before Thee my eyes fail me, though I long to see Thee; for, seeing Thee, knowing Thee, learning from Thee, understanding Thee, I shall be seen by Thee, and Thou wilt know me. The Sun--the Moon; The Day--the Night; Summer--Winter; not in vain, in orderly succession, do they march to their destined place, to their goal. They arrive wherever Thy royal staff Thou bearest. Oh! Harken to me, listen to me, let it not befall that I grow weary and die.
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