In the eve of nothingness,
Where the flow of light is ebbing,
Where does the nigthingale voice sing,
Does it's radiant Hope begins to fade?


When does the last time that the rain fell?...
And abound the thirsty soul, with such grandeur!
When was the last time that the music filled your soul;
And led your feet to sway in dances of Joy.


Hush!...be still and be enchanted with the cold breeze of the wind;
Cherish the sweet caress of the wind,
And Allow the rustling of the waterfalls wash your weariness away.
Rejuvinate thyself for the journey was not yet bound to end.


COurage I ask of you, and Patience I bestow on you...
For with such ardoured sacrifice...
And deep faith, your reward awaits;
In grandeur all your weariness shall melt away.


In time, you shall see the full pattern
That was weaved along with your own journey,
In fullness, you shall fathom the great design,
That only you can claim as its masterpiece of great excellence.