Morning sun shines in wide splendor, its light
Divine and song refined come to my side
And glorify music of enchantment.
Piercing are the thoughts inspired by the muse,
Each moment they breathe with decorous flutes -
Integral and in harmony with truth;
No blemish could taint the soulís intention.
Words, the crowns emboldened by the spirit,
Are fruits of our accomplished fortitude.
Holy and most divine, spirit of love,
Music that adorns our youthful temple -
Be our fragrance upon this sacrifice,
The gratitude that yields upon giving -
Abundant are gifts by faith bestowed.