At that night,
As the moon was shielded with its halo
And hamlet, bathed in its brightness
Drums and songs cheered the night
The wind listened to our sounds
And flame danced to our songs
Rosy night;snowy orb
We shall stand to see
The moonlight's kiss on the warm stones
We shall rise again
To sing once more
The old songs of the great nights
And we shall join our kinsmen
In their treasury of tales
For never will a night be blissful
Than tonight's tales of yesteryear.