Moon says to stars,
Look at that beauty behind the bars.
She is really an elf,
Beautiful than herself.
Nice thoughts come in her mind,
In her serene thoughts I find.
Nothing is less,
She is truly a beautiful less.
Beautiful is her visage glance,
Mind also sedate as countenance.
Now I also don't have what I had,
Whenever I see her I feel glad.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem