Waking in the dawn, the heart is stirring,
looking to the East where the Light is rising.
Which path shall I choose, which seat shall I take?
The soul is moving, the caravan waits.

Gathering, gathering, the faithful are gathering,
voices lifted, hearts remembering.
It is the Day of Return,
the Day of the Beloved,
the Day of joy in the Spirit.

Friday, Friday — the day of remembrance,
singing the Name, the Name, the Name.
The week turns, the circle completes,
and now begins the feast of the soul.

Joy, joy, joy —
the Beloved is near.