Shining stars, gleaming moon
All there, obscuring gloom
Brightening sky, rising sun
Birds fly, animals run
Cool breeze, gentle wind
Ruffled reed, and green bunches
Butterflies fluttering in garden
Singing hymns of Lord, the One
Alas, o poor man, alas!
You’re sleeping still in bunk
Abandoning morning beauty
That is ready to stun