When the angry nature loses control over its furious rage,
and loosens its dominant controlling grip on its volatile mood.
When its stormy winds roar and declare their blatant rebellion against the cosmic rules,
and the rapacious horde of waves rush frantically towards the shores.
When the thick, dark clouds erase the dying luster of the silvery light amid the darkened sky,
and they say to the moonlight,
it is not permissible for its light to intrude its silver light into the midst of the battle of the dark forces again.
When the hearts of the terrified sailors get stuck into their throats,
and the terrible watery mountains of death bombard their boats from everywhere,
and here \'\'You\'\' are in the middle of this stormy frothy sea,
standing on your tough rock,
like a mountain of light in the middle of a sea of darkness.
Calling upon your people by your soothing voice.
Your charming voice is melodious,
able to captivate the souls and the hearts,
away from the kingdom of darkness to the kingdom of light.
The power of light that lies in the melodies of your mesmerizing voice.
A voice that emanates from the depths of a dreamy night in a distant horizon.
The distant, remote horizon that lies deep in your warm heart.
Your warm heart that makes the sailors lose their fears and burst into tears.
The tears that make up the beads of their rosary,
by which the sailors sing the sacred song of love.
Your voice guides them towards the song of love,
when you called them to their safety, away from the sea of darkness, towards the sea of glory and light.