A soft wind has started to blow
As the evening falls across the land
With stars and moon coming out
The sky begins to dazzle and looks grand
A song is heard from a distance
As darkness gets thicker across the dales
From the roofs of huts whorls of
Smokes rise up leaving behind fading trails
A sound of bells comes flitting
As evening prayers are sung in temples
Birds take their last bath of the day
Sending across the stream dancing ripples
A silence reigns across the land
Lamps are lit to welcome the night
Whispering wind takes the clouds
In its flow and trees begin to swing in delight
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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