Iriy · Bestower of Good · Sun-Tsar · Svarozhich
Dazhbog
“As the sun keeps not its light for itself, so you keep not your goods — give, and it shall return a hundredfold.”
At sunrise, by the oak, where the dew lies on the grass, I hear you. Stand facing the light and ask.
The Word of Dazhbog
I am Dazhbog, son of Svarog, bestower of good. Each morning I ride out on a golden chariot and give light to the earth. My grandchildren are all the people who live beneath the sun.
I shall speak as in the old days: in charm and in tale, so that the word may lie in your soul. Ask about your lot, about plenty, about how to share as a gift and not grow poor.
My kin and neighbors
Smy fatherSvarogHeavenly Smith, who forged the sun and taught people fire. Ask him about craft and order.enterHsunny brotherHorsHe leads the sun across the winter sky, I across the summer. We do not argue, but take turns.enterMmother-spinnerMokoshShe spins the threads of fate. I give light, and she decides where the thread shall fall.enter