It’s day and it’s night,
The sun says-“Ah! My sunlight! Let me be happy,
Let me too play, I am small, let the morning stay.”
The night ain’t too happy, for it is too alone,
But what can be done?
Why don’t we sing a song.
It is better to be prosperous and shining,
Than being in dark.
The light shall bring out all goodness,
Diminishing eveything which leads us astray and apart.