Sun rises and Sun sets but heart always
repeats the pure name of Meher with praise.
All life and love clap and leap to behold
the rosy dawn of Meher the world enfold.
A silver moon sank and golden Sun rose
and Silence brought all chatter to a close.
The thorn that rips and tears the breast
promises eternal waters of peace and rest.
I heard the lyric harp of dawn proclaim
the haunting melody of love’s holy name.
What more can I say that is not a lie?
Song is cheap without the heart’s sincere cry!
Earth turns and turns in praise of royal Sun
like Darvish whirling about the Ancient One.