When the day sweeps
Away the last drop of darkness,
Aurora with her cool breath,
Gently rising to her duties,
And with the sun as her companion,
Drizzling light into dark corners,
It reminds the nursing mother
Of the child who interrupted sleep last night,
It touches the heart of the caring father
Still working on their unfinished home,
And alerts the poet of his unfinished verse
Of a dirge, whose theme is nothing but death.
But isn't it amazing,
How our minds are occupied
By rainbow dreams that spark across the sky,
That must be true at rainbow's end.
A waiting port of gold
Every nerve dances in anticipation!
Yet for me, every morning brings,
Such a melancholy joy
But perhaps you understand,
For it sprinkles fresh hope to the boy
While slowly, pushing him to his grave.
But as long as life endures,
And the sun continues to shine,
Surely every morning,
is a good morning!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem