Now, the Sun is again setting;
with fading beams a frenzy knight who shone & lit the dark with awful might
That shine is now punning and the Sun is again on verge of setting.
Shall the dark win the light?
Shall thou live in the night?
‘O’ Sun don’t forget thyself truth of fighting the dark to bring the light
Why leave hope?
thou sow those seeds and reap that crop
that Sun again shine – the purely white
who can win over the night;
So the Sun may again set in