Once every pristine, radiant, full moon,
There was a fable that was told..
It was told to ears young and old.
The Tale was spoken with gentle tune.
Its was said that on a night like ours
There was a lake absent of stars.
The moon was only present above the water’s gleam.
The sight of this was like that of a dream.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem