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I understand
My drawn-out night, could it be
that my prolonged night of inertia,
At long last it's reached an end?
is now over,
With new color has come morning,
and that after much time,
Leaving me overwhelmed.
a new morning arrived.


The dawn,
Gone is the night blanketing everything;
in a new hue,
It had held sway for ages many.
has enchanted me.
Gone is the lightning with its sudden streaks,
Making bosoms heave, a-quivering.
Scrapped are those who were creatures of darkness,
Needlessly creating a commotion.


The all engulfing night,
Serpents' froth does not poison the air;
that lasted for ages,
Lifespans are not devoured by hooded fangs.
is gone.
In the lively glee and shining light,
 
Mind's [[:wikipedia:Chukar partridge|chukor]],{{#tag:ref|The chukor, also known as the red-legged or Himalayan partridge or curlew or bartavelle, is the national bird of Iraq and Pakistan. References to it date back to the Rg Veda. The chukor is reputed to gaze at the moon constantly and is hence said to be in love with the moon or to drink moonlight. In Indian mythology, the chukor often symbolizes intense love, sometimes unrequited.|group="nb"}} it gets satisfied.
The lighting,
that shook my heart,
has passed.
 
The noisy creatures of darkness
have moved away.
 
The venom spitting serpent
does no longer pollute the air
and their hoods kill no more.
 
In the radiant light of joy,
the cakor bird of my mind
remains fully satisfied.
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