Dawn arose and left the Ocean sleeping
Smiling now for secrets she was keeping
With roseate cheeks she braves the light
Blushing deep to mark her night’s delight
Her lantern tints her crimson dress
So hem in hand she feigns distress
And saffron trimmings o’er the hillsides pour
As golden shafts spill out from daylight’s door.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem