Hear the voice of the awakening call

It is shut by the silence

In the dark of night a time ago

When the sky darkened all of a sudden

Past the forest and across the plains

A shrewd hunter

No one should sleep

The gentle evening star

Pity, honor and love

It has vanished, the delicate traces

The bitter pleasure, the sweet condemnation

The radiant rising sun

The mind that opens to your voice