Prayer to the Sun

Now in the sky is the highest flying of eagles
He with the eye looks down on us.
See, there he is,
Giver of light,
See, there he is,
Giver of warmth.
Who can hide from his bright spear?
Who can hide from his sharp arrows?
They find prey.
They find predator.
They find both eater and eaten.
He sees the one who walks on the road;
May it be his road we walk on.