At the break of a waking dawn
sitting quiet on a verdant lawn,
I was about to face the Lord
In front of me. His sweet accord
Was the crimson splashed all over
The pool of hues made me hover.
The rising sun doing morning rites
Gave me a gleeful glance of sprite.
The chirping of the morning birds
Made whole ambiance so gorgeous
That I was moved by the sweet essence –
The Almighty’s omnipresence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem