DAWN IT IS

DAWN IT IS

Dawn it is and dawn, indeed,

For morn is yet to be.

The dark is done,

The day begun,

The orange beams,

They dance and run,

Birds spring to flight and fun,

Lalit lights the sun.

Here in slumber

Dreams the boy

Of his brighter friend

By the river end,

Of meadows green

And life serene,

Of booms and boons

And coloured screen

In depth and doubt

And in end note seen.

There the farmer

Picks the plough,

Trudges to till

Or tend the cow.

There again the baby cries

Wets the bed which the mother dries.

And all the while

The beams do pour

Till the dewy drops

Are seen no more.

They were born, they died,

They rose again

Like Christ on the cross,

Like the Albatross.

They blessed the earth

With their very birth

And rode the beams

To merge in air

Fair vanity's dream,

The vanity fair.

Now dawn is set

Deep and dear,

Birds do chirp

And men do hear.

But, Thou, my Lord,

Art ever awake.

For Thee nor dawn,

Nor morn, nor eve,

Nor deep, dark night

Doth slumber make.

Thou, the ever-watchful friend,

Seek for me

By the river end.

I come, my Lord,

My Lord, I come.

Dawn it is,

But dusk for some.

My day is done,

My hour's run.

Eve sets in,

The stars are won.

They sparkle,

Blissful, delightful, free.

I climb the cliff,

The wisdom tree.

Dawn it is,

Men wake to life.

I sleep to it,

I've ended strife.

Composed by Sugata Bose [Sugata Bose]

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