The moon is behind the clouds
There is no light in the skies
The stream has fallen silent and
Over it the cool wind faintly sighs
Inside the huts hearths are lit
Smokes hang over their roofs
Inside the sheds the cattle chew
Cuds beating their aching hooves
Now the wind flows hard from
The west in the darkening hours
Shaking the creepers and plants
Petals fall from drooping flowers
The clouds recede to a corner
Of the sky and the trees swoon
The earth begins to glow in the
Light of the stars and the moon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem