Wonderful are the passing days.
One of these has just ended.
I couldn’t forget the fun of life’s maze,
And I can’t wait to embrace my bed.
A gloomy blanket with striking sparkles
Covered the gray dusky heavens.
Soaring up the sky, a radiant sphere I see.
Here comes the comely moon-
Mother of the stars- with glee.
The moon hummed her melody
As the wind played his piece.
The children slumbered wearily,
As the crickets sang with peace.
Nigh! Nigh! Nigh is the day,
But the night seems years to close.
For we are dreaming, what’s worse?
Sleepwalking. And so…
Wakeful is the moon the entire night
As well as her daughters who give us light.
So, don’t fear the evening darkness’ lair
For mother moon is there to care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem