Classic Poem

Rise up, beloved,
the day has come,
the morning rose is blooming.
Happy dreams
spread in the sky,
the force falls on the lotus.

The bright-clad robin
sings his plaint,
leaves and branches waken.
Lazily the first
frost-drops quiver,
the night explodes in atoms.

Now the golden ray
has kissed the peaks
and woken the gilded temple spires.
Now the first star
takes her leave —
oh lover, the dawn is going.

Drops of water
glisten and tremble,
the river flings off the mist.
A chilly wind
will come to tease
the sleepy-natured bud.

The dream is opening
the eastern sky,
the daylight clears and sharpens.
Now shapes and colors
are opening, dearest,
and bells are ringing Heaven.

Forget the embrace
of darling darkness,
the rays are thrusting down.
The first drop of dew
glitters and says,
" Awaken, beloved, my flower treasure! "

Sunshine has struck
all the drowsy world,
Nature sets herself to glisten.
Now stir the sleeping
leaves of the spirit,
let the skies inside your pupils shine.

Wings now have flown
to golden lands
to see them rising, beautiful.
When the eastern wind
has roused you,
will you not open your tight-shut eyes?
Oh waken now, my lord,