A thousand eyes the dawning field hide'
All the blanching stars of a fading night.
Who is the first to rise
and wake all who might,
Up sends the bubble that bells morning time?
'I never slept! '
Mr. Fish complains with bloodshot eyes.
Water rippled many a time
At the tease of a duckling white.
Wiggling his tails,
Begins this morning's ride.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem