Rise and shine, O desperate sun, As the sudden call arise, Remain in dusty clouds up high, Till sorrows of night get aside. Rise and shine, O tempting sun, Let man be his own king, Make him not befall for riches, Forgetting his own ring. Rise and shine, O generous sun, Get the fodders alive again, Them looking with smile, yet lips in terror, In spite of dark array. Rise and shine, O malicious sun, Your common look with desire, Be the rains of bless upon, Nor any ball of fire. Rise and shine, O mighty sun. Pray your light boons us sure, Those blasts away from your hailing shower, Bring peace amidst 'em all.