Although the sun of truth is now setting,
I still glimpse a light deep within your eyes.
Although sacred covenants are broken,
Thought- dreams kneel before angels at midnight.
Although Love is now fatally wounded,
The soaring of doves is just beginning.
Although the moon is turning into blood,
The dawn will bring redemption's sweet flowers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dawn will bring great tidings! Nice work.