As the day fades into night, extinguishing the light
In a brilliant show of glory and splendor
There is a final display of reddish, pinkish array on clouds
Touched by a golden censor
"I won't go easy, the colours scream out, but go with a shout,
a dazzling show of glory to render.
So keep looking eastward, where I soon shall return
As upon the stage of 'the day' I re-enter.
