When I wake up from my sleep I hear
many voices before sunrise. The softest and the sweetest of them all is the
voice in my heart.
The crickets are still singing in
bushes;
The cocks in the village coops crowed.
The crows are waking up with groans;
While the stars in the sky still glowed.
A little bird in our garden bush tweeted;
A train passing a far station whistled.
The night guard at the gate coughed;
A van passing by the side road rattled.
The steps of the first walkers on gravel;
The carrier trucks on the road vroomed.
Muezzin of the meager mosque mounted,
His voice on the loudspeaker boomed.
Moreover, there is also a voice inside me
Softly whispering inviting me to adore
The Father with all my being and soul
In the silence of my heart first and fore.
The cocks in the village coops crowed.
The crows are waking up with groans;
While the stars in the sky still glowed.
A little bird in our garden bush tweeted;
A train passing a far station whistled.
The night guard at the gate coughed;
A van passing by the side road rattled.
The steps of the first walkers on gravel;
The carrier trucks on the road vroomed.
Muezzin of the meager mosque mounted,
His voice on the loudspeaker boomed.
Moreover, there is also a voice inside me
Softly whispering inviting me to adore
The Father with all my being and soul
In the silence of my heart first and fore.
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