None need be afraid at the sight of lowering clouds,

For, sure, the Sun is smiling behind those vaporous veils.

The lost smile of the eclipsed Moon

Comes back, shattering the impenetrable darkness.

By the unfailing boon of vernal gales,

The naked branches are superbly clad in flowers.

The being that is drenched in tear-torrents

Finds its Life-Lord by its side.