Winced awake again this morning,
Pestered by the prick of light
Arising from the hill's dim glower,
Daylight coaxed the reins from night
My gaze impaled on morning's blossom.
God! There's no more-wondrous sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a positive, affirming bit of poetry. I can visualize this person waking, rising and then glorying in the sunrise. Nice work!