Chapter 6 morning
To find the way west
pass the gate of punishment
I run in a hurry
Gentle kindness leads me to
I sigh with regret
see the sky break
Swords and Spears of War
melted in the tears of dew
Diverge at high altitude
sun free from fear
with tears of gratitude
climb to the sky
To find the Western path,
Right thro the Gates of Wrath
I urge my way;
Sweet Mercy leads me on
With so repentant moan:
I see the break of day.
The war of swords & spears,
Melted by dewy tears,
Exhales ob high;
The Sun is frees from fears,
And with soft grateful tears
Ascends the sky.