As morning breaks the East glows red
Sad shadows of the night depart.
Then yawning men rise from their bed.
The time has come today must start.
Some men rejoice but others curse
dependent on their attitude.
The sad ones say that life gets worse
but others show their gratitude.
Raising voices in hymns of praise.
For safety granted through the night
How blessed are the men who pray
and greet the morning with delight.
and cursed be those who cannot see
beyond their self wrought misery.
18-Sep-08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
profound in tone, prayer is the higher essence which fills the cloister with righteous sense hope we all gain that sense soon