Morning time
I am full of hope
I go down the slope
To catch the star
Shining in the west;
To go down in a while
To take some rest;
On the other side
Of a pointed hill;
And come out again
With a renewed zeal;
To adorn the sky
With its sharp glow;
To lift our spirits
Before going down low.
the voyage of the mind or the celestial object..whatever it is, the poem is beautiful..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A walk early morning to the slope can be so rejuvenating! The last fading star may still be there in the sky and the morning air will be dewy! A beautiful poem!