Moon-light-flooded forestland
Green leaves painted in dark colour
Far-off stream made of silver thread
Fragrance emitted evening-flower
Veiled face
Putting on dress
as white as snow..
Some one coming
Or going?
Happiness? sorrow?
Over the valley, over the sand
Only a whitish figure loitering..
Night Getting excited
Becomes a magic-bower...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem