These divine verses,
As I write
Are
The hallowed revelations
Descending
From on high
The sound of the scribe's pen
In the stillness of the night is indeed
The heavenly muse
Uttering her immortal words
I like the image of the writer hard at work in the middle of the night driven by his inner compulsion to communicate that great thought, that totality of emotion, in a perfect line.
The sound of the scribe's pen In the stillness of the night is indeed The heavenly muse Uttering her immortal words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The hallowed revelations Descending From on high The sound of the scribe's pen In the stillness of the night is indeed.. God's revelations to saintly people. very good poem. tony