Shouldering the yoke of light,
farming the land with beads of perspiration
ploughing from the periphery of the earth
to the mountains of the west
dropping the moon as sentinel of the fields
reaping the crop of the new year
what can we pay to your unselfish being
but a mere sincere gratitude.
The world counts you with a clock’s hand
utters mad shrieks as if a midnight were a dawn,
drunken rows and formal hugs.
The seas must become a road for your arrival
Darkness must invite with a smile
only then, this new dawn will be a time for light, big as life
for lighting a little lamp in the room of the heart.
Come dear new dawn, the world welcomes you
into our thought, and into our hearts
and finally into the fortune of our lives.