When shall the glory return

When shall the glory return?

Delight has taken the flight down from fountain sight.

Aye! a brave falcon is sailing in an azure delight, 

Along with his youthful son in flattering light, 

When shall the glory return? I wait with aspiring eyes.

You have foresight of the highs, and knowing 

As how new stars emerge from the hoary skies, 

The rainbow appeared with marvel in the sky's fair, 

The sanobar is shedding an aromatic tear.

O! falcon, convey to the Lord seated on a high chair 

Our salutation, our plea, our dumb luck, and then 

Return hurriedly while singing through the altar, 

Bring with you a healthy rain shower without hitting one.

You are a king of sphares of the setting sun.

And knowing the ailing condition of the earth getting sucked

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