Prayer of Praise to the Sun

If I look too long with unshielded eyes,
they, cut right through by your penetrating spears,
will burn into blindness, will bring me to dark,
a fate undesired by me, and by you.
Your pride in your might deserves to be known,
which never with unseeing eyes would it be.
Even not looking, then, is worship of you.
Know this, then: averting my eyes, I still praise;
I honor with words, though perhaps not my gaze.