Every cock must crow, to tell the dawn
That life as such surely must go on.
Sun and moon and day contain the sky;
Restless questions can’t tell us why.
Hopes and dreams carry us quite far,
From early light to the faintest star.
Earth-mixed colors in centrifugal womb
Are glories arrayed by time’s old loom.
Every cock must crow, to tell the dawn
That life as such surely must go on.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem