In the calm and quiet dawn,
Divine whispers softly stir,
The sweetest sound—Hu, echoes,
Soul sways to the rhythm of Hu,
Yearning to be free from unseen chains,
To soar beyond and be its truest self.
No longer under earthly shadows,
The spirit unfurls its wings,
Gliding through divine pastures,
Rising into the boundless blue.
Earthly desires' gravity does not hinder,
Its ascent beyond the falcons' flight,
Embarking on a celestial journey,
Evolving with each graceful glide.
Through the seven heavens' depths,
It revels in flight beyond its earthly nest,
Breathing the fresh, singing air,
Uttering an ecstatic cry of liberation.
For now, it soars up and up unbound,
In a realm where the spirit ascends,
Higher than ever imagined,
Free to embrace its infinite flight.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem