From the golden East the Sun awakes, to ride across the air.
His crown so bright with golden light, his face so radiant fair.
Tell me, O King of Skies, have you seen a certain thief?
He tarries long, I fear he's gone, my heart is full of grief.
"I know you are a friend of his, who ever at his side
did with him ride the early winds. So greatly did he glide.
Before I rose to bring the day, I saw him at Death's door
and then I saw him pass within, to ride the winds no more."
The Moon shines in the night, watching with her eye.
She sheds her beams in silver streams across the evening sky.
What have you seen, O Silvered Maid, of flying Faranom?
All know his name and hear his fame, yet he is seen by none.
"I saw him, straight and tall, walk the currents of the sky.
I saw him struck by an arrow, falling from on high.
His spirit walks the dark road, on which the dead depart
his body he left far behind, an arrow in his heart."
Farewell, Faranom, my one and only friend.
The Sun and the Moon are witness to your end.
Fair skies to you, for you have died, your fate was most unkind
but still your name will be sung, until the end of time.
