On June nights brief, when dawn meets dawning light,
And daybreak greets the rising of the day,
Amid the birches’ filigree so bright,
The nightingale pours forth his wondrous lay.
It rings and melts within the morning mist,
A prayer of purity to God above;
And on the meadow, where the dewdrops glist,
The flowers praise their Maker in their love.
Their fragrance rises to the heights of heaven,
Before the Throne of Beauty Uncreated;
And all creation, by God's glory riven,
Stands still in awe, by holiness elated.
On blessed June nights, filled with the mystic grace,
When dawn and dawn together softly blend,
May we before the holy icons raise
Our prayer of thanks to God, our Lord and Friend.
The Nightingale s Prayer
© Copyright: Илона Яшкина-Дашкевич, 2026
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