Arrr! The Light,
It burns so bright,
I’m blinded by the Sun.
During the day,
I’m to stay away,
For fear of what’s to come.
The Night, revere,
Through clouds did peer,
To check the Sun was gone.
The blow from He,
That was dealt to Me,
Was healed, as the Moon shone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice one Good write Rgds Nooruddeen