God enters beings like the sun through a window,
When it rises beyond the horizon.
Let's open the curtain, we are all given to shine,
To be burning, to love, to be part of the pattern.
We will not extinguish the fire of an attentive gaze,
The brilliance of what is destined is inexhaustible.
The face of the Sun rises in the impersonal outlook,
And he binds the whole different world into one.
The mists turned into broken clouds,
The current of fiery bands touched the highest mountains,
And in the depths of the valleys, glowing, look steep.
There is a gentle dream of gardens, there is the blue light of lakes...
