Moon at Half Past Noon

Wrapped in darkness, the earth lies silent, asleep.
“Where is hope’s flame?” my heart asks, a question so deep.
On the mountain peaks, a dense gloom has settled.
Who will rise from this stillness, so oppressed and unsettled?

To tear through the gloom, one figure walks alone, unbent!
Battling the cold, solitary and steadfast, with fierce intent.
Night-prowlers’ terror, a trial by fire, a test every hour.
He seeks his goal not with alms, but with his own inner power.

His fierce struggle continues with every step he takes,
Yet his zeal holds strong, for goodness’s very sake.
O, humanity! Know this truth, and know it well:
It is not easy, it is not easy To be the morning’s very first ray!
To be the first spark ignited on a thorny, fiery way!
This is sacrifice, this is austerity, a new kind of grace,
To be the auspicious sign of a new age’s birth.

When that first light breaks through, ignorance is erased!
Weary wayfarers find strength, new paths are revealed.
Every slumbering soul awakens, filled with energy, anew.
The one who shows the path forward is the epoch’s maker, true.
It is from that first flame that hope circulates throughout the land,
Awakening fresh faith in every heart, urging action to expand.

After countless storms, this luminescence is born.
Burning like a lamp, it yields its light to a world forlorn.
This is not just light—it is a battle cry, a call!
Of dedication and self-sacrifice, an immortal voice for all.
Every age has seen it, every era has conceded,
The one who rises first is the one most greatly needed.
So rise, O youth! Accept the challenge, become that first light!
It is your courage that will transform every realm of the earth’s sight!
It is not easy, but it is not impossible, this task you must own, Become!
The morning’s first ray! Become! The morning’s first ray!
This is your glorious summons, for you alone!