Needless.

As if it were nothing that the darknesses cover its face at the time of every day's sunset. As if it were nothing that they slide it, the darknesses, into the depths of the rocky valley. at the time of every day's sunset. As if every day of it were a Nowruz: it brings itself to the peak: it opens its eyes laughing, laughing, bestowing a waterfall of gold: utterly without need of being worshipped: my sun...