At nightfall a new dream creeps
In cream coloured mood
To light up our minds.
A dream magnified
With birds hanging on olive trees
Lightened with diamonds
Upon the break of dawn
The hustling begins
Though deterred by our own thoughts
A little task brings us
Closer to our dreams
With much realities to catch
Oh this greeness is a witness
To your beauty, brevity and desperacy
With chickens expected to be hatched
from a pot of an incubated dream.
Do we weep to have our
Feet saved from this crusty thoughts
That has plunged our hearts into total oblivion?
Oh the prettiest of all thoughts
On thy pinnacle lies the hope
In this dreams on whose shoulders
Our glory hangs.
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I would like to translate this poem
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