Winter Morning
Muyajjima, the minarets of the mosques,
Ajahn drive.
Niyache the kariye sleep.
With him, to keep pace.
Morning birds
Gave away the melody.
I was sleeping yesterday,
I woke up,
Today, winter morning.
Sleep-stained eyes
I looked
Through the window.
Seen a little blue,
Like the sethaya
Fire.
Flying white smoke,
No, no, do not smoke,
White wells morning.
His works are the shepherds
I was in the east
Bright red sun.
All the velvet covering sheet,
Ghateche coming today,
Winter morning.
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