Night's creatures bring gloom;
You have brought the light.
Dark rains hid the moon;
Clouds You thrust aside.
However much may grow the load of sin,
Even if it shroud all sweetness,
Ridding burden and cleansing impure,
You have lavished splendor bright.
That is why Yourself everybody craves;
At Your core only, everything they attain.
You exist, and so are everybody too;
In a rush by Your own impetus, You've arrived.
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