The voice of awakening
The voice beckons
Cries in form of whispers
Let he who slumbers
Let he who sits in despair
Let he who sits without concerns
Arise! ! ! ! ! !
For the dark times,
The dark hours,
The dark ages,
The dark minutes are over
Behold,
Light has out-wrestled darkness
The sun rises,
The flags have been let to swing up high
The voice of the morning
With a soft and tender tone
The morning voice whispers
Arise! ! ! ! !
For it is time to stop being on the low key
And it is time to fight
It is time to fight for jubilee
The Morning Whispers'
Says So! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem