On my glass
The white-feathers shadows screen,
A zeal-inflated life zoom in blue,
A dream!
An arrow out of a quay!

Like cattle
they trod on air sparked by Phoebus!
The passionate youths on a journey
To notch up a sum!

Dreams are theme of life
They do know
And know the message of dawn!

O my companions! My mentors
As you sail to your harbour
My voice says to me;

"Ope thy wings
Weather is salubrious  
Till the  Last glow gleams within!

Time is not yours,
Make it and soar and soar!"