The stillness, waters move with a hum of serenity,
Spreading the sky with its darkness endlessly,
The silence, tells me the day is now so done.
As they tread home weary under gods fading sun.
Into slumber now I do creep, I have many a vision
That dominates my mind of those stolen days,
That once was mine and the splendor that still stays.
The cool moonlit night and the starry lights
Ends with pillows soaking in the darkness of the night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem