Hear the voice of the awakening call
It is shut by the silence
In the dark of night a time ago
When the sky darkened all of a sudden
Past the forest and across the plains
A shrewd hunter
No one should sleep
The gentle evening star
Pity, honor and love
It has vanished, the delicate traces
The bitter pleasure, the sweet condemnation
The radiant rising sun
The mind that opens to your voice