Mama's Day — Talk of the Heart

Rise, my brother! Here is the rosy dawn stretching itself, lying down beside the light..
A shimmering apparition — no sight more beloved, none more radiant!
And our neighbor the nightingale woke before us,
rolling his wing over the hollow,
loosing his plaintive melody across the distance,
and the coquettish breeze drifts dreamily, floating in her pride!

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Look well, my brother!..
How full of splendor it is, this morning!
As if it alone laid claim to the freshness of spring,
as if, among the days, it were an anthem...
its words... a hymn and a prayer,
its melody... a murmuring and a cooing..
How lovely it is!.. It is "Mama's Day!"

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The carnation on the balcony has bared a gleaming brow and cheek!
Its perfume breathes out, in innocence;
it gazes coyly, as though it, too, in secret, kept a tryst with us!

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Come, my brother! The little gift is wrapped and ready,
we lift it up to Mama —
we carry her coffee to her bed,
we surprise her with our lips, with kisses,
she crowns her hair with the white carnation,
and at the clamor of our happiness she opens her eyes,
and eyes answer eyes with the great joy..
on "Mama's Day"....