O light of dawn, come forth with me,Let us awaken all we see;
And whisper to mankind a taleIn secret, lest our words should fail;
No loyalty in all the earthFills youth's heart with its noble worth;
Nor does love furnish sustenanceAnd faithfulness's permanence;
O flowers of dawn, come forth with cheer,Perfume the garden fresh and clear;
O blossom, grant me fragrance rareFrom paradise's flowing air;
Here, O dawn, my heart lies furledIn love's embrace, a folded world;
It resembles naught beside —Thou seest but a heart of pride;
It seeks not idle sport, nor loveThat common tongues would speak thereof;
Would I knew why my love ascendsAbove the Pleiades' bright ends;
O breeze of dawn, advance with grace,And spread the pure scent's sweet embrace;
And grant the heart a clarityThat wakes exalted artistry;
O Lord of all, I live by lightOf radiance breaking through the night;
I have a spirit great and free,That loves all beauty's symmetry;
It loves its God and hopes to findAt His hand refuge, peace of mind;
It loves all people without end,And honours genius as a friend.
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