The righteous path begins with dawn’s faint gleam,
A tender light that breaks the grip of night,
It rises soft, a slow and steady beam,
And grows in strength to banish dark from sight.
Like morning sun, it climbs with gentle grace,
Through mists of doubt, it carves a golden way,
Each step reveals a clearer, brighter space,
Till shadows flee before the blaze of day.
No storm can dim this radiance divine,
No cloud obscure its sure, unerring course,
For truth and goodness in its rays align,
A quiet power drawn from heaven’s source.
So shines the soul that walks in virtue’s sight,
Full noon arrives—eternal, pure, and bright.