If this disaster is unavoidable,
I will console your soul with a melody
Played by beautiful clouds and gentle winds.
Though the flowers of creativity may be covered by concrete,
Oh! My dearly beloved Son of Art,
Life's creative force and people's yearning for art,
Like the sun's light, will never die,
When darkness ends and black clouds meet with winds,
Your minds will be free to soar once again
And your spirit will lead forth all beings
To find a place of rest
In the city of art you have created.
Come, stand up;
Let's hold hands
And form a circle
As a blessing to ourselves
And in prayer that the gods
Might give us wisdom, courage, and strength.