The night is resting in peace.
The day i left below the bay.
The dew they drop with grace.
The blade of grasses there they lay.
The darkness vanished without a trace.
Only i could see way the golden ray.
The ray that makes everything nourish.
The glory and harmony would flourish.
A deed which are not phrased and praised.
Not only cheers but realized and shared.
Here your son, bows in deep silence.
Four your natural gift and guidance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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