Silently I sat looking at the west,
Searching the open sky to meet my quest.
What I saw above - a largle bowl,
Covered me all around, gave a howl.
I remained quiet, heard flow of sound,
I howled again, a great joy I found.
Birds screamed in the bush, I felt sorry,
To disturb them and to make them worry.
I remained quiet piercing the dark,
Heard the river flowing, dogs did bark,
Watched the shining stars above my head,
Lying on the grassy land like in a bed.
Watched the queen Moon running in the east,
With her little fays on a grand feast.
Swiftly veiling and unveiling her face,
With all little angels accelerating the pace.
I stood there to have a look,
Woke up there facing my book.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
I stood for a look, good.