The sun has lived its life,
Now it is dead and gone,
Our hearts weeped bitterly at his disappearance,
Because its birth and presence brought life to us,
But darkness has overtaking our hearts and minds.
Some where there,
There in the east, it has been buried,
Some where there,
There in the east, hope was coming,
With the moon, it came,
But when shall we see him,
We asked?
Days like dawn passed,
And befored long in our little state of wait,
We were awakened by his light,
And as we embraced it with joy,
We watched him rise from its tomb(East) to set in the west.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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