When the morning appears with all its shine
Like a stolen jewel in the museum again
When the noon comes tiptoe near my window
Like a stranger lost his way and murmurs
When the evening races away from the eyes
Like a very old friend in a speeding train
When the night flaps out all her glamour
Like a swan still marvels on the blue waters
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful way you have presented this poem. Each changing scenes you have described well. Loved it.