Each morning the sun rises in the East
and slowly goes where all below can see
they rise with respect for this firy beast
as out from the darkness they are now freed
After the sun has climbed high in the sky
it looks as bright as it did in the morn
all those below still do watch as he flies
watching with awe each time he is reborn
But all days at some time must come to end
as the sun sets below the horizon
and so from the sun, watcher's gaze does bend
in the direction of another one
And so as you set and fade into night
you must leave an heir to carry your light
Original:
Lo, in the Orient when the gracious light
Lifts up his burning head, each under eye
Doth homage to his new-appearing sight,
Serving with looks his sacred majesty;
And having climbed the steep-up heavenly hill,
Resembling strong youth in his middle age,
Yet mortal looks adore his beauty still,
Attending on his golden pilgrimage;
But when from highmost pitch, with weary car,
Like feeble age he reeleth from the day,
The eyes, 'fore duteous, now converted are
From his low tract and look another way:
So thou, thyself outgoing in thy noon,
Unlooked on and diest unless thou get a son.
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