At dawn a thousand morning birds, Gather in my garden to sing love songs,
Hiding behind the thicket of foliage,
They say:
AWAKE! for the glittering morning has put the night to flight:
And Lo! the sun of the day has noosed down the moon,
Bathe yourself in the Light effulgent,
If you, too, seek this transcendence,
Leave your lower self -then from head to foot
You will perceive your whole being as God's refulgence,
You will see the sun as if it has immersed in water
Mykoul
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