In the coldness of night
In the stillness of Passion
An effulgent cover the place
Let the weaken soul awake

The thirst of desired freedom
The cry of the weak
To yearn for the treasures
That sooth the grieve-hearth

While our days grow old now
Songs calm the raging seas
As rain comes the barren land
In the land of searing heat

The scarce of rain and water
Far East and Southern Seas
God greatness and Marvelous Creation
Provides palm’s stem and honey