Dawn! Dawn! Dawn! What a hope to behold!
Sleep will I not, live will I
For a-many have rolled away in contentment
As their pulse flowed through the Land.
Would night matter when they are smiling at me?
Sleep, how will I? Can I not!
Petty skirmish goes the indifference from the other side
And the Hills would form tears –
The Hills have eyes!
Along with the Eastern Hills cry sore
Where the flesh of my flesh are in dark
And they are crying out too – same cry!
The blood of ten thousand scores
Would give warmth to mine
And I glow with a desire for the Land.
“Dawn! Dawn! Dawn! ,” a whisper rings on
And behold the horizon about to be rubbed off
For this night is just another night .
KUKNALIM!
