The father gave the night to Son to rule,
Because he was destined to fill the world with colors,
Where was the courage of thought as a common truth.
That gave birth to music ,numbers ,art and flavor.
And having granted such a boon,he ruled in night being kept in exile.
The divinity of recognition aspired to immortality,inspiring glory to exist.
The breath of the night did not generously bestow the living and for many centuries was closed in eternal sleep.
Feeding on the essence that poisoned the water ,giving birth to a potion similar to breath of fire .
In that dead or living water ,having found themselves,without knowing the measure ,everything was dead.
The vessel of life ,protected the hearts from curiosity ,which gave rise to evil fight.
There is a day and a night ,two brothers are the gods of life.
They were born in the same ,being those who opened the gates,
Where the rules of the mysterious game in life existed,
Without breaking them you would live forever.
Since the vessel is subject to the study of time to fill or empty itself,
And in this dance ,life gives birth to time.
You have to respect the deities.
That in the morning ,explaining the Vedas ,freedom was given when darkness had come,
But having conquered the twilight of evil,the day would come again ,condemned the rights.
Breaking the vessel with everyday life,
Forcing to make a choice in what would fill whole life with meaning.
To live not in repentance ,but always in joy.
So two brothers changed the time and each of them has own price .
Because by making the burden one ,the brothers changed the philosophy of life.