The little star shining
In the wee hours of the dawn
Gives me happiness when I take
A stroll across the dew drenched lawn
The little star goes down
Behind the hills to take rest
After its nightlong journey across
The sky starting from the east to the west
The little star will come out
In the evening to move and shine
To be with the pretty moon they make
The night sky a sight so beautiful and divine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem