Purest white inlaid with care, God and Nature recorded there; the hand of man in art and script
raising up a song so clear and bright the world can hear its melody
both day and night.
Each petal, leaf and precious bud sings a note as sweet as dawn and yet within this gentle song the tear of sunset can be heard. As night's cloak hides the warming sun Jahan's song is the great farewell created for his beloved.
