The Sun’s retreating patina

Sings farewell cavatina

To the day, and the nightingales,

Elysium sweet-voiced veena-

Will uplift you with stirring tales.

A wonderful nocturne unfurls,

As Phoebe coruscating aureole

Join hands with stars in concatenation,

The sky turns into many curls

Of argent-shimmering gloriole;

The whole heaven aburst in jubilation…

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