It surges and swells, spooky it creeps up,
Balls up, flees and crouches down,
Shyly lift your head again for a new fight
And silently builds higher and higher.
Sunken is the green meadow of the valley ..
The morning air hits us chilly,
An alb wants to lay itself on our soul -
The closeness looks strange out of the pale grey.
Suddenly the wall of fog tears in two,
A crimson glow surrounds the jagged clouds,
And radiant rises from the defiant rocky neck
The face of the sun victorious and free!
So out of the waves rose an insubstantial tide
knowledge on, and over dark shadows,
The high peaks had slept long,
She threw the wonderful glow of light.
And who in the valley cried for salvation,
Humanity lifted its light-weaned eyes,
to soak up the miracle of the sun,
And sank to his knees, relieved, blissful.
