Covering the sandalwood lane with mist
and darkening the light of dawn,
You have come in a still newer expression.

Assuming such wondrous form,
covering familiar paths in darkness,
concealing all sweetness,
the winter season has come.

Bearing the pains of countless ages,
assuming such wondrous form!

Beyond the veil of deepest darkness,
the rays of light are suddenly suspended.
But only for a single moment
then the Lord of Light opens His eyes
and the black fog dissolves into limitlessness.

After winter,
light will flow,
still more beautifully than before.