Love is the silent symphony
that comes floating in the air.
Love refreshes the mind
as in a mogra field's fragrant fair.
In the full moon night
lovers' eyes meet on the Moon
as they watch and wonder
at such point, a cosmic boon.
Even the sea swells in delight
with the Moon's image in its arms.
Why fret about separation then
when the feeling of oneness charms!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem