How peaceful can the night be?
When its presence is adorned with mysteries and inevitable secrets.
Then you'd wish the day had broken and all that's hidden
Made known under the watchful eyes of the sun.
Even as its transparence is wrapped in absolute mischief
Driving towards inclined oblivion……
How well do you know the day?
You begin to wonder,
As its heat is silenced and it rolls over
Ushering in the night wherein
All that was vivid now blurred in its dark intent.
Sight, aided by lamp as fear heightens at the behest of trust…
Then she rolls in
Peeping amidst misty hills,
Hence darkness exiles
Lost to the light the moon invites…
Wherefore beauty echoes
In the aesthetic nature,
As worry reposes
And calm therein ventures.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem