In thought I woke, my gaze adorning,
Dawn again bequeathed the morning,
Surrendering to morning light,
As did the moon bequeath the night.
As did the sun bequeath the day,
As did the rivers bequeath the bay,
As did the birds adorn the sky,
Dare I bequeath to wonder why.
Such a lovely poem, with an attractive, eye catching title! 'Surrendering to morning light, As did the moon bequeath the night.' - So beautifully presented! We must take an account of what we would bequeath to our posterity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beauty of the dawn effectively encapsulated in this nice poem: “” Dawn again bequeathed the morning, Surrendering to morning light, As did the moon bequeath the night.“