Apollo’s Radiance

He rises in the morning sky,

A golden chariot,

soaring high.

With Lyre in hand

and truth in eyes,

Apollo, shining, never dies.

He whispers prophecies of fate,

A healer’s touch to cleanse the hate.

Through valleys deep, across the seas,

He brings the light,

he makes us free.

Aporon no hikari, aporon no honō,

mabayuku moesakaru, tamashī no negai.

Kare no manazashi no naka ni,

watashitachiha michi o miidashi,

kare no kokoronouchi ni,

yoake o mukaeru.

The Muses sing when he’s around,

His music makes the earth resound.

The chords of life in every note,

He gives breath to every quote.

With arrows swift, he guards the land,

The forest wild, the burning sand.

The truth he speaks,

a sacred sound, A god whose power knows no bounds.

Aporon no hikari, aporon no honō,

mabayuku moesakaru, tamashī no negai.

Kare no manazashi no naka ni,

watashitachiha michi o miidashi,

kare no kokoronouchi ni,

yoake o mukaeru.

Oh, Apollo, god of song,

Guide us through the night so long.

With every ray that paints the skies,

We hear your voice,

we feel your rise.

From Delphi's walls, he leads the wise,

His wisdom is seen in ancient eyes.

A healer's hand, a poet’s rhyme,

Apollo stands through space and time.

The Sun and Moon bow at his feet,

His legacy,

both wild and sweet.

He'll light our path,

forever true, Apollo,

we’ll always worship you.

Aporon no hikari, aporon no honō,

mabayuku moesakaru, tamashī no negai.

Kare no manazashi no naka ni,

watashitachiha michi o miidashi,

kare no kokoronouchi ni,

yoake o mukaeru.

Apollo's light, Apollo’s grace,

A timeless god, a shining face.

In every dawn, in every dream,

We see his light,

we hear his gleam.