The lips of the night dyed in black;
The flicker of distant stars;
The rise of the false morning;
The dwindling sight of the moon;
The cool air of the time;
The serenity associated with the moment;
The morning rhyme of the birds;
The changing guards of the sky;
The perfection in creation;
Evident in all that appears;
The time, the time, the time.
O my servant I am here;
O my servant I was ever here;
O Lord of the time;
What have you created?
O Lord of the time;
How have you created?
O Lord, I am but speechless;
O Lord, I am but speechless;
The time, the time, the time.