[Verse] O Son of the Supreme! Wherefore dost thou grieve? Dost thou grieve? (hee-ee-ee) I have made death a messenger of joy to thee. Wherefore dost thou grieve? Dost thou grieve? (hee-ee-ee) I have made the light to shed on thee its splendor Why dost thou veil thyself Veil thyself therefrom? (mm) I have made death a messenger of joy to thee. Wherefore dost thou grieve? Grieve (ee-ee-ee) Grieve (ee-ee-ee)
