Don't think; when the valley winds wail on the ridges drive shivering leaflets from trees think that it's not over yet: the rainy season will come again buds, leaves, and flowers you will see. 
 Don't think; when the earth became cold and covered and the weary birds above mourn do not think that everything is over: God is still alive praise and sunshine will return again.  Don't think; when your heart is empty and gloomy when your cherished hopes grow cold and gloomy do not think that everything is over: God have mercy on you he will wipe away every tear from your eyes.  Don't think; crying for one night won't last God will eventually bring morning time in the cold buds every rainy season sleep the flower buds of tomorrow.  Atambua, 20 May 2024