A million stars shimmering in the blue sky,
All of them have their own hidden stories,
The sun and moon and nine the stars
Fell in prostration before the Joseph.
Terrified by his brothers
he survived into the spring;
Joseph narrated his dream to Jacob
His gray haired old father was taken by grief.
Then he raised his hand above to the sky
And conveyed his thanks to the Lord,
As his child was pursued by
the throne of Egypt that was run by the Pharaoh.
Then one eye blind father
received his sight that night.
And the divine wind honoured the golden crown to Joseph,
By dawn the raising star of the twilight
Raised high upon the Egyptian sky,
And created a hustle and bustle into the Nile's motion.
Ah! humming birds sang the loving words
To Yousef and Jacob and the God in their devotion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem