When chirping of birds reaches my ear, <br />When the call of the caller <br />Does the heart tear, <br />When the rippling of the river do I hear, <br />I smile and thank Him <br />For the beautiful morning. <br /> <br />When the sun travels towards the west, <br />When evening bares her dark breast, <br />When fog descends on <br />the snowy crest, <br />I smile and thank Him <br />For the graceful decline. <br /> <br />When sky is filled with blinking light, <br />When evening leaves for the drowsy night, <br />When stillness enhances night delight. <br />I smile and thank Him <br />For the meaningful dark <br />For after every night <br />It is morning again. <br />Thus the cycle continues <br />Till the time unknown. <br /> <br /> <br />Note: Call of the caller-Muazzin who calls azaan before salaat.<br /><br />Mohammad Akmal Nazir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cycle-of-day-and-night/
