The moon would turn the other way,
For dim would be its light.
Whenever my beloved would
Just walk out in the night.
The sun would hide behind the clouds,
And peep from up above.
Its radiance could not ever match,
The brilliance of my love.
She gave the fragrance to the rose,
She gave the birds, their song.
The flowers will bloom only when,
She'd chance to come along.
The wind just blows to kiss her cheeks,
Rain falls to touch her hair,
And all I do is put in words,
The beauty I see there.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem