1. You've veiled, while the crescent may still hide,
Then re-emerge, unveiled, from behind the veil's divide.

2. A sword in its sheath may be sheathed from sight,
Then flash into view, when the time is right.

3. So too the sky, when shadows enrobe its frame,
Will unveil its sun, and its radiant flame.

4. Though now the sun's far, it will shortly wake,
And dawn, a new day, a new morning make.