Morning

At dawn the world awakens, and
The East inflames and goes red,
The Sun comes out and its beams
Fall down to warm up the land.

The town streets become alive,
As fields and forests nearby,
Hills, gardens and the town yards
All bathe in sunlight of the sky.

The townsfolk is wide awake,
In every place they cook and bake.
The birds in flocks into the sky
Take wing for the Almighty's sake.

And children in the morning chill
Are off to school after the meal,
With full schoolbags at their backs,
They go to learn with hope and zeal.

tatar fairy tales

G.M.Tukay