Easy was the riddle
You made me solve,
Without doubt
It was the dawn you referred to,
Open yet mysterious;
What else can travel by disappearing
And then reappear
Each day;
The brief appearance of dawn
Indicates a beginning
That wreaks freshness
And compels attention,
Like a pretty face
That beams to attract and
Hold the attention
Be it for a short while
Of those who are awake.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem