The dark night passes away,
the moonlit night returns.

One who is bent with the load of agonies today,
will tomorrow be under the effect of joy.

In lost and sweet memories,
in a garden full of fragrant songs,
at the end of afflicted, painful nights,
come closer.

Torn rags disappear,
and flashes of light enter my dark heart.

One who is king today,
may tomorrow become indigent,
and today's indigent may be tomorrow's king.