Thou who maketh the darkness shine,
Gleaming till the end of the night,
Relieving the old from his blindness,
Preventing to lose his sight.
Thou who showeth the road,
That has not yet born,
Like the midnight sun, you glow,
Restoring the paths shorn.
Amid the dark thou shine endlessly,
Taking the boat to its way,
Eyes those are incomplete without you,
Letting them forever sway.
Inside the obscure room,
Misplaced glasses of my grandfather,
When left to be splintered,
Thou saveth them from the intense rupture.
Into the empty cave,
When the vision discerns the black,
The translucency of the candle,
Allots the darkness a whack.
Thou maketh the earth glow,
With your intense power to shine,
Killing the dark with your weapon,
A tiny beam like a ray divine.