It means 'Day will come again'. They were the words cried at the last stand of one of the greatest Men I have ever known, as he stared at what was his death, and did not flinch.

[ Softly ] That tale is one of terrible despair, but also one of hope. For he was right. Dawn did come, although it took far longer than any would have wished. And so we remember him and the lessons he taught us, even now. That true hope, what my folk call estel, is born from the very depths of despair, and hangs only one, tiny, string - that we are not forsaken, and morning will come, even if we see it not.