Gloria ad Solem Ascentem

Wake in the star light,

In the moon night’s end.

Wait for the moment,

The atonement of day.

The night’s shimm’ring coldness—

Making frost, ice-breath tossed—

Calms the mind, how sublime,

As it climb to the sky.

Gloria ad stellas lucentes

Lie in the cradle

Of the blossoming life,

Caught in the moment,

In the rapture of day.

The night’s shimm’ring coldness

Flees the day’s shining rays,

Burning bright in its flight—

What a sight!— in the sky.

Gloria ad solem ascentem