My worship of sorrow is not yet over; br I shall lit up all the lamps of my sorrow br At the end of the day for my last prayer. br br When birds return to the nest br In the shadow of the evening, br When the bell of evening worship is rung in the evening br Then this life will lit up its last flame-offer br And my worship of sorrow will be over. br br So many words of my so many days br So many yearnings in so many ways br My mind is full of these things now-a-days! br br When in the sacrificial fire br They will burn like the stars br And they will rush towards the sky ignoring barriers br Then my arrangement will match sunset’s color br And my worship of sorrow will be over.