1. O Lord of a faraway land as if its ruins
Were close at hand when viewed by the eyes

2. It flutters like the fluttering tresses of a banner
Red in the abode of ages, perilous

3. It runs from the brutal night spreading a canopy
Below the gazes, heavily veiled

4. The morning breeze has toyed with it as if it were
A palm signaling banners and bracelets

5. Oh, best is it in the canopy of our night
While the dawn exposes the hidden lights