At the call of the One,
all awoke today
and in the fragrance of flowers,
smiled sweetly with love.

Questions of like and dislike do not arise.
All attained the light of the rising sun.

At this last part of cimmerian darkness,
all arose today,
in the east's crimson hue.

Those who had been sleeping ages after ages,
covering humanity's both eyes,
with a thunderous call,
and a touch of love,
were affectionately awoken from their slumber.