The musical hush of breaking dawn,
Stars fade beneath morning's silvery light,
Answering the call of a new day.
The sun, a golden lantern in the sky,
Guides the weary traveler of the night
With a watchful eye.
The world awakens, draped in sunlight's gown,
Singing birds dance as the morning breeze speaks.
It whispers secrets only dawn can reveal;
In this serene, musical silence,
Listeners find divine truths.
Crickets sing their mellow, sweet refrains,
Once competing sounds have gone,
A gentle melody lingers in the air—
A moment of peace beyond compare.
In the vast embrace of morning's light,
Nightmares take flight to distant realms.
The cosmos glimmers with a timeless glow,
As divine mysteries flow
through the whispers of the day.
MyKoul
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I would like to translate this poem