DAWN

In early, lovely, brisky dawn
...Birds are flying out of their nests.
As all these looked from a hillock down,
...Cocks are happily nodding their crests.

Densely packed greyish mist
...Is completely screening our sight
It is moving fainly without any rift
...Seeing the sun shining bright.

The mist envelops the town like shroud
...And seeking another place, it does gad.
There is always a sun behind the cloud
...So stop lamenting and be very glad.

-Sumazla