Did the moon shine less,
Or was it the clouds that engulfed the moon?
Or did the shooting stars traversing through the expanse of the wide universe,
Painfully crossed like an arrow through the aching heart.
I feel the loss of night skylight, as the clouds wrap the moon in its arm.
Similar is the loss of light from the enchanted soul- once mine was!
The heavy clouds ready to burst and pour in plenty,
Was it to hide the droplets falling from the watery eyes,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem