The beauteous bride dressed in black,
Whose fair forehead is adorned,
With a huge round piece of gold,
Glowing galaxies are fretted,
In the combed lustrous dark hair.
Always comes out after the sunset,
Walks behind the groom of day,
With modest gait, blushed shy face,
Exposing what revealing light conceals,
But hides the frail deeds of humanity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is the best poem about 'Night' that I have read thus far on PH>.a 10..i wish i could rate it 110 instead :) it's gorgeous! Preets