It remained dead for 10 centuries.

Power of the gods, vigor of the human life

Got covered with dust, becoming dark.

In the darkness, the suppressed force was roaring and expecting......

Until one sunny day when the brightness broke the black curtain

And the sacred flame was burning again.

Though the flame was weak, it shone in hopeful eyes.

The angry roar from the depth of the hearts

Shook off the dirty dust

The sacred flame, with love, again shone in the blue sky of peace......