Meditasi Embun Pagi کے بول

Watching those descending dark clouds Forsee by the beast, I'm standing proud Reaching for those stars high above Shining bright, blinding my eyes I suffered the seven days hunger Meditation of healing embun pagi The brightness of the golden fields Look the sign of the ravens Those voices so deafening, so cruel So humid is the winds that blow Appreciate what have been told And the sea... I proceed with my eternal walk Still those ravens above me The wind, breezing very much horizontal Those voices, so weakening, so cruel Have you heard the tale of the serpent That infernally awaits the golden throne Healing me with the supreme glory And in eternal path shall we meet.