The glorious sun is set
but a hope to rise again is left.
There is no use to lament
for the vanishing sun
or the passing moon crescent.

The world will bathe again
in the saffron sunlight
after a dark and gloomy night.
Coming and going,
arrival and departure
are the predestined steps of
divine procedure.

The sun may set but the glory will shine
dipping into the mystic river divine.