Waiting For Dawn Poem by Mohammad Younus

In the dead of night,
I often climb from the bed,
As I listen to the black bird,
His voice soaked up by piles,
of sweet resonating sound,
Leaves me undisturbed and still,
In Divine silence, and peace,
At the foot of the mount Tûr
I can't see it -in the black light,
It too is black, hiding in blackness,
Singing out to me: wake up! wake up!
Listen to the morning birds' tweet,
The melodious songs to welcome,
The opening of shiny brightful dawn

Mykoul