The street is quiet
The night spreads out into every corner
The creatures are at rest
The flurry has died down
Words and shouts have ceased
The wheels do not roll; life is still
The thoughts slow
Stillness pervades all space within
And now one feels the peace always there
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very nice poem on life. How with the falling of darkness men retire to take rest and enjoy peace. Very nice.