Every before the Apollo rises,
There seemed to call my name with echoes
As I open my eyes and still yawning,
I thank God for the new day of my living.
On the lea, I love to play in there
So fresh are the gifts from nature, our mother
Attractive are the birds with blending colors
Entailing is the sunset on glittering waters.
On the west, the oranged Apollo falls,
Dark covers the sky dome, evening sun rises
Gazing upon the starry skies, so bright
Fascinating voice of nature murmured, “Sleep tight.”
