After clouds the sun has risen;
Light's smile, it is flashing.
At such time come You did;
You let be made lively.
No block today does bliss admit;
In song both sky and air are talkative.
A distant ocean conveys rhythm,
On rows of waves shining brightly.
Today the whole tale, it is closed,
Every history not told–
Joy's mementos, pangs of woe–
A lotus in state of forgetting.[1]
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On His advent, let all else be forgotten.
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