Golden Sun, Thou art great!

The golden sun, still hold mine breath;
Thine glory surpassing all hurdles.
With lovely flowers thee give life to
and adding touch of life to death.

The golden sun! so thou inspire,
then walk aroon the wide big world,
thy rays peeking purh every tree,
to spread power like forest-fire..

O! The golden sun, glancing purh
the heights above
to see the fellows, add life to them
Head held high, no fear, despair;
enjoying the ultimate supremacy and love.

Ye then dim down, weary with toil, Thou goest
as thee rest in the valley
>of the mountain high,
Then down thou goest
till thou finally fall asleep
Promising more brighter,
aspiring tomorrows.