Thy light shall guide me, and thy hand shall hold;
[Olangtsi slides open the door.
And some day men shall point to me and say,
Enter Olangtsi.
‘There goes the little painter, in whose brain
Great Wiowani brought to life again
The art of ancient days!’
So shall they speak in Wiowani’s praise
Phile praising me!
O Wiowani, say! When shall it be?