The sun rise once again has come.
Our watch through the long night has not been in vain.
Hope rises as the golden rays meet our eyes.
The gods might not be good,
nor may they be merciful,
but there is goodness in the world.
The rising sun gives evidence.
The sweetly singing song birds raise their voice.
Men of the worlds rejoice!
A new day is come.
A day to work.
A day to live.
A day to right the wrongs and change what is.
Bless the rising sun and the life it brings.
Let us labor while the sun is on the world.
Let us work while we can.
All the while knowing that night will come again.
And one night will come, that will have no end.