Two verses.
Now the bounding Ram of Morning
Highest climbs, pursued by hunters,
Up the mount of Lower Heaven
There to rest beside the waters
Which the Righteous, from their labors
Resting, drink, forgetting sorrows.
Now we pray for final solace,
Mercy on the Day of Judgment.
Now two lovers, long divided
By the fathomless abysses
Seek each other through the darkness,
Over frozen fields and valleys
Following the Ram of Morning
To the Mountain of the Righteous.
Neras, Kanle, ancient heroes,
Flee the darkness of their sorrows.
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