The night shades soften,
fading from the sky,
As dawn's breath
begins to cool the air.
Golden sun rays,
like whispered secrets,
scatter in the atmosphere—
a radiant crown
upon the universe's head.
The world stirs slowly,
bathing in divine light.
Dark shades and shadows,
fleeting with sacred grace,
as the sun, emerging from dark,
bathes the earth in sheen.
Night begins its steady chase;
day and night alternate.
Beyond rotation and revolution,
measured, calm, and still—
there is no alternation
of night and day,
no change of seasons,
no calendar of twelve months.
As God wills to show Himself
in the mirror of time,
there is only one divine day—
without beginning or end.
MyKoul
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem