The azure sky is of ruby red hue,

Not of water, nor dust, nor wind, nor dew.

Adorned with countless lights and shining beams,

Like a garden in spring, radiant in its gleams.

Within it moves a gem of heart-illuming blaze,

From which the day has borrowed its rays.

It rises from the east and heads to the west,

No path is straighter or truer than this quest.

O you, who are like the sun shining bright,

Why is it you refuse to cast on me your light?