When it is sundown
Will I see the stars?
Will I see the moon?

The constants are not constant!

When it is morning dawn
Will the sun show its face?
Will the day show its light?

The constants  are not constant!

The rainbows are not day's face
They come in middle of the nights

I know the glory of the Glory
Comes at the appointed time
Let fear fade into death
At the appearance of faith
Oh! My faith shoot straight
To the orbit-vortex of Truth
To harvest glory in glory
And put every doubt to death!