A fragrant prayer upon the air
My child taught me,
Awaken there, the morn is fair,
The birds sing free;
Now dawns the day, awake and pray,
And bend the knee;
The Lamb who lay beneath the clay
Was slain for thee.
Nice poem and the feeling of dawn in its sense is briefly told by the great poet and so very interesting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A simple religious poem referring to the atoning sacrifice of Jesus Christ. Eight syllables, then four (then repeated three more times) .