Has come the second third now forth:
The moon shall wax before it wanes,
Dissolving mountain sins of earth
In merciful forgiveness rains.
So make the night your begging bowl
And fill it with your burning tears
To beg redemption for your soul
In freedom from despair and fears,
That He who loves forgiving may
Forgive you just as you forgive;
For every self that dies by day
Shall neath the white of badr live.