The night came slowly enchanting me with the small seulis fragrancing me,
The bunches of cchatims hanging by the tree-branches,
Flowery white kaaminis
Taking me to the corridors of memory, thought and reckoning,
I going by the lonely way of life
Under a starful skies twinkling mysteriously
Telling of the myth and mystery of creation,
History of man, history of time
Wrapped under and muffled,
Did anybody call me from behind?
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A lonely woman
Under a lonely night
With the star twinkling up above,
How will she pass the night?
As I can see them, the drunken men whispering
In the dark.
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