Dawn Poem by basim al aoda

Unless the birds leave their ness,
Unless the workers, farmers go out,
Unless thge farmers and the graziers go out to the farms,
And the workers to the factories,
Unless the mother wipe their sleeping,
And burn hearths fires,
Unless the beauties -all beauties- their eyes in the face of world,
And smile,
Unless all that is being,
The crys of cook alone,
Won't made anew dawn!

By: Khadum Alhaj'aj
Translation by: Basim-Alaoda